The CEO's Regret: His Lost Wife's Secret Twins novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

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“How convenient,” I said, my voice sharp with years of accumulated bitterness. His wife is supposedly dead, and he’s already playing house with his precious Emma. Did he even bother with a mourning period?*

Olivia snorted. “You’re better off without that bastard, Aria. You always have been.”

She was absolutely right. I’d wasted the best years of my life loving a man who saw me as nothing more than a convenient wife-someone

to handle his social obligations while he pined for another woman. The realization didn’t ease my pain; it crystallized it into something

harder, sharper. Something I could use.

Olivia’s gaze drifted to my abdomen, where a small but unmistakable bump was visible beneath the hospital gown. “And the baby?” she

asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

I placed both hands protectively over my stomach. “The babies are fighters, apparently. They’re determined to stick with me.” I tried to keep my tone light, but emotion threatened to overwhelm me. “Turns out they inherited their mother’s stubborn streak.”

“Babies?” Olivia’s eyes went wide. “As in plural?”

I nodded. “Twins.”

“Oh my God!” Olivia squealed, momentarily forgetting the gravity of our situation. “Our kids are going to grow up together! This is

absolutely perfect!”

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself smiling despite everything. That was Olivia-always finding light in the darkest

moments.

“There are still risks due to the toxin exposure,” Matthew interjected, slipping into his professional demeanor. ‘But both fetuses are developing normally. The pregnancies appear stable.”

I remembered the ultrasound from earlier, seeing those tiny forms moving on the screen, hearing the strong, rapid heartbeats that filled the room. I’d been mesmerized by the visual proof of life growing inside me despite everything that had happened.

I thought about ending it, I admitted quietly, staring down at my hands. “Taking myself and them out of this nightmare.”

The room fell silent. No one judged me for the dark thoughts that had consumed me while hanging from that cliff, believing I had nothing left to live for.

I continued. “But then I felt movement. So tiny, but so determined. These babies were fighting to live.”

I took a shaky breath, feeling strength flow back into my voice.

“I’m going to have them,” I said firmly, tears blurring my vision. “I’m their mother. Even if they’re born with complications from the poison, I’ll love them unconditionally. I’ll give them everything I never had.”

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I understood now what my father had been trying to tell me. The tree that caught me on that cliff-it was his final gift, his way of protecting me, telling me to live. For myself. For my children. For the future he’d never get to see.

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“Dad saved me,” I whispered. “Even in death, he was still protecting me.

Elaine squeezed my hand. “Aaron never stopped loving you, even when he couldn’t tell you the truth.”

I nodded, thinking of how my father had discovered the baby switch, how he’d wanted to tell me the truth when Christine decided he had to die, how he’d been silenced before he could expose her crimes.

Olivia grabbed my other hand, her own eyes brimming with tears. “You won’t be alone in this. I’ll be with you every step of the way.’

She grinned through her tears. “Besides, what if these babies are born with superpowers from the toxin? How cool would that be?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, and that laughter chased away the last shadows of despair. “Superhero twins?”

“Exactly! The Toxic Twins!” Olivia paused. “Okay, that sounds like a death metal band. We’ll workshop the name.”

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