My Mil Called Me A “fruitless Tree” And Forced A Divorce. My Ceo Husband Handed Me $5m And Kicked Me Out In The Rain. Little Do They Know, I’m Carrying His Twins. Should I Disappear Forever?

New Life and Justice

“Wah! Wah!”

A baby’s cry broke the tense atmosphere. A first cry followed by a second, strong and clear, echoing throughout the operating room. It was two boys. Both of them safe. The head nurse’s cry of joy was like a heavenly melody that dispelled all the dark clouds.

I lay there still unconscious, but a faint smile seemed to appear on my lips. My children had come into this world strong and resilient, like their mother.

The operating room door swung open. A nurse came out pushing two incubators. James rushed towards them. His trembling legs almost made him fall. He looked inside. Two tiny red creatures, small as kittens, were curled up still with remnants of blood and vernix. Their eyes were closed. Their small mouths were half-open, breathing rhythmically. Were these his children? The children he had doubted, whom he had wanted to reject?

James brought his large rough hand close and gently touched the cold glass. He didn’t dare to touch them, afraid of hurting them. Tears streamed from his eyes, uncontrolled, undisguised. He wept openly—a cry of regret, of overwhelming joy, and of infinite gratitude. “My sons… I’m Dad. I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

He looked at the two babies and then towards the recovery room where I was still in a coma. A knot of pain formed in his throat. The grandfather stood up with his cane and shakily approached to see his great grandsons. He smiled a toothless but radiant smile. The wrinkles on his face seemed to soften. “Good, very good. The Sinclair family is fortunate. Our ancestors are watching over us.”

He grabbed James’s hand. His voice was stern but affectionate. “You see, grandson, this is your blood and that is the woman who risked her life for you. From now on, if you ever make that mother and her children suffer again, I will not forgive you.”

James nodded repeatedly. The tears continued to fall. He looked at his sons and then at the closed door of the recovery room. He knew the battle for life was over, but the battle to win back my heart, to amend his mistakes, was just beginning. And this time he would fight with all his heart, with sincerity, not with money or power.

The nurse took the babies to the neonatal intensive care unit. James didn’t follow. He stood in front of the recovery room door, patiently waiting for me to wake up. He wanted to be the first person I saw when I opened my eyes. He wanted to tell me the “thank you” and “I’m sorry” that he owed me for so long.

The lonely repentant silhouette of that man was cast on the hospital hallway, marking the complete transformation of a person after the greatest setback of his life.

The calm in the hospital was temporary, but the real storm was raging outside. As soon as he knew my children and I were out of danger, the grandfather ordered a full-scale investigation. With decades of experience in business, he didn’t believe my poisoning was a coincidence. He had the private clinic where I had my checkups cordoned off, requested the security camera recordings, and analyzed all the medication samples.

It didn’t take long to uncover the truth. The security camera had recorded a nurse secretly switching my pill bottle while her colleagues weren’t looking. The grandfather’s people quickly located the nurse and took her to a discrete location to talk. Faced with pressure and irrefutable evidence, she confessed everything: who was behind it, who transferred her the money, and the cruel purpose of her actions.

At the same time in James’s mansion, Sophia was pacing nervously waiting for news. She was convinced that with that dose I would miscarry or even die. But the news she received was not of my misfortune but the sound of police sirens outside her door.

The gate opened and two police officers entered, followed by James’s assistant with a frigid expression. Sophia turned pale. She tried to run upstairs but her trembling legs wouldn’t respond. They read her an arrest warrant for aggravated assault and attempted murder.

As the cold handcuffs closed around her wrists, Sophia screamed, “You can’t arrest me! I’m the fiancée of CEO James Sinclair! He won’t allow it!”

James’s assistant approached and looked at her with contempt. “Miss Sophia, wake up. It was Mr. Sinclair himself who provided the police with additional evidence of your financial fraud. You not only attempted to cause harm but you also embezzled company funds during your time there. Prepare to spend a long time in prison.”

Sophia was stunned. Her eyes widened in desperation. She never imagined that the man she had tried so hard to win over would be the one to send her to prison. They took her away humiliated, leaving behind her broken dream of luxury and power.

Beatrice witnessed everything from upstairs. Her face was ashen. She staggered, clutching the railing in disbelief. The perfect daughter-in-law, the sweet and obedient girl she had praised so much, turned out to be a venomous snake, a cold-blooded killer. She remembered the times she had mistreated me, the times she had defended Sophia, and a chill ran down her spine. She had almost been an indirect accomplice to the death of her own grandchildren.

That afternoon James returned home to pick up some things to take to me at the hospital. He saw his mother sitting in the living room looking lost, but he walked past her without a word as if she were a stranger.

Beatrice called out to him, her voice trembling. “James… how is Eleanor? And my grandchildren?”

James stopped and turned to look at his mother with empty tired eyes. “Eleanor hasn’t woken up yet. The children are in the incubator. Why do you ask, Mom? Wasn’t it your wish to get rid of her? Didn’t you say she was a fruitless tree?”

Each of James’s questions was a slap to Beatrice. She broke down in tears. “I was wrong. That hussy deceived me. I want to see my grandchildren.”

James shook his head, his voice was firm. “There’s no need, Mom. Your presence now would only upset Eleanor more. You nearly killed your own grandchildren with your foolishness and greed. It’s best you stay in this house and repent.”

With that, James picked up the bag and left the house, leaving his elderly mother submerged in a late remorse. The huge luxurious mansion now felt colder and emptier than ever, like the souls of those who lived in it. The truth had come to light, evil had been punished, but the wounds of the heart it left, when would they heal?

The detention center door closed behind Sophia, taking with it her youth and her delusions of a luxurious life for which she had unscrupulously fought. I lay in the hospital bed listening to Michael’s account over the phone, my heart unmoved. Sophia was charged with aggravated assault and with the evidence of financial fraud and embezzlement that James himself had provided, her sentence would be severe. The law of karma, sooner or later, always comes; he who sows the wind reaps the whirlwind. He who uses cruelty to harm others ends up digging his own grave.