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?

Starting Over

And so, without us realizing it, my two princes turned one. For their first birthday, I didn’t throw a lavish party at a restaurant but an intimate celebration in our apartment. The guests were just Grandpa, Uncle Michael, a few close friends, and of course the annoying neighbor next door.

The house was decorated in shades of blue. Leo and Hugo, dressed in little suits and bow ties, looked like little gentlemen. They crawled on the floor fighting over a microphone and a laptop on a tray of objects to choose their future profession, making the whole family laugh. Grandpa was crying with laughter, hugging his great grandsons and inhaling their sweet milky scent.

When the party ended and the guests left, it was just James and me cleaning up the mess. Suddenly James dimmed the lights leaving only the flickering candles on the cake. He took me to the balcony where the wind blew fresh. He didn’t kneel like in the movies nor did he pull out a diamond ring from his pocket. He took out a thick folder and placed it in my hands.

I frowned. “What is this now? A custody contract? A property agreement? I’ve already told you I don’t need your money.”

James shook his head; his gaze was serious and tender. “It’s not money or a contract. These are the transfer papers for all my assets to your name and the children’s. It’s all notarized.”

I was stunned. My hands trembled as I held the documents. “Are you crazy? This is the entire Sinclair fortune. If you give it all to me what will you have left?”

James smiled a light smile like a cloud. “I have these two hands and this mind left. Before, I used money to buy peace of mind and contracts to tie you down, and I lost everything. Now I want to bet again, but with sincerity. I’m giving you all my assets, which means I have nothing. From now on I’ll be your employee, a man with nothing but his love for you and our children.”

He took my hands, his voice was warm and deep. “Eleanor, I’m not proposing with a ring because rings can be taken off. I’m proposing with my absolute trust. I want us to start over, not for the children, not out of responsibility, but because I truly need you. Would you dare to accept this man with nothing and give him a home to take shelter in?”

I looked at the man before me. I looked deep into his eyes. I remembered the sleepless nights caring for our sick child, his back carrying our son through the storm, the puree he clumsily cooked when I was tired. Money, status—it was all superficial. What keeps a woman is not $5 million or a mansion, but the security of being loved and valued.

I smiled gently. Tears of happiness rolled down my cheeks. I didn’t say yes or “I love you.” I simply rested my head on his shoulder and whispered, “If you have nothing left, then starting tomorrow you wake up early to prepare bottles and change diapers to start paying your debt. The interest is calculated daily.”

James hugged me tightly. His happy laughter echoed under the starry sky. No grand words were needed. A tight hug was enough to mend all the fractures of the past.

A New Beginning

Three years later, on a weekend in Central Park full of green shadows and laughter, I sat on the grass watching three figures playing with a kite in the distance. Leo and Hugo were already four years old, running and jumping like little birds. James was the same, always busy sweating as he held the kite string shouting encouragement louder than the children themselves.

Seeing that scene, my heart filled with an immense peace. The past 3 years had been a long journey of healing and rebuilding trust. We didn’t get married again. For me, a piece of paper or a lavish wedding was no longer important. What was important was waking up every morning and seeing him in the kitchen making breakfast, coming home at night and hearing my children’s laughter and my husband’s question, “Are you tired today?”

I used those $5 million to open a chain of organic food stores. The business prospered, giving me complete financial independence. I was no longer the wife confined to the kitchen asking for money. Now I was his partner, his equal. James, after delegating some of his power at the company, dedicated most of his time to the family. People said I had him wrapped around my finger, but he just laughed and said I was his wife and could do whatever I wanted, that I wasn’t the neighbor’s wife.

The afternoon wind blew gently. James brought the children running towards me. The three of them were flushed and smiling. Leo curled up in my lap. “Mom! Dad is a kite champion! It flies all the way to the clouds!”

Hugo drank some water and asked his father for a kiss. James sat beside me, wiped his sweat, and rested his head on my shoulder. “I’m so tired honey, but so happy. What do you think of how I’m training my two disciples? They’re going to be heartbreakers when they grow up.”

I gave his nose a gentle pinch. “You only talk nonsense. Instead of teaching them useful things you teach them to be mischievous.”

He took my hand, intertwining our fingers tightly. We sat like that in silence watching the sunset paint the sky purple. The painful past, the misunderstandings, the hatred, the lies—it had all been left behind, leaving only this serene present.

I suddenly realized that happiness is sometimes not a perfect destination. Happiness is that after so many storms, we still find each other, still willing to forgive and to continue walking hand in hand. Yesterday’s scars are now valuable lessons that remind us to appreciate what we have.

“Let’s go, Eleanor. Grandma is waiting for us for dinner,” James reminded me softly.

Beatrice had aged a lot after the past events. Her character had completely changed. She became a vegetarian, prayed, and only wished to see her children and grandchildren.

I nodded, stood up, and brushed off my clothes. The four of us hand in hand walked towards the parking lot. Our shadows stretched long on the green grass. Life is long and unpredictable, but I believe that as long as there is goodness in the heart, as long as we know how to let go and love, no matter how many difficulties we go through, the final destination will always be peace. Like after a downpour, the sky clears and the rainbow shines.