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?

The Confrontation

It began to pour. The drops beat hard against the windshield, blurring the view like James’s chaotic mind. He was afraid. For the first time in his life, this arrogant man felt fear. Fear that I would take the children and disappear. Fear that I would teach them to call another man father. Fear that the Sinclair bloodline would be lost.

Selfishly, he thought that I was his property and that the children in my womb were also possessions he had carelessly lost.

In the penthouse, I was sitting peacefully reading a book on prenatal education. A glass of warm milk was beside me. The doorbell rang insistently and repetitively, shattering the calm.

I looked at the camera screen. It was James. Soaked from the rain, his eyes were red and bloodshot. He was pounding on the door, shouting my name with no trace of a CEO’s haughty demeanor.

My bodyguard approached, his voice was deep. “Ma’am, do you want us to handle this?”

I looked at the crazed man through the screen. A mix of satisfaction and bitterness welled up in me. He was suffering. He was worried. Compared to the three years I spent waiting for him, compared to the humiliation of being kicked out by his mother, what was a little rain to him?

I put down the milk glass, stood up, adjusted my clothes, and told the bodyguard, “No need. I’ll open it.”

Hiding was not the solution. Whatever was meant to happen would happen. I knew James had discovered the truth. With his power and suspicion, questioning Dr. Evans was only a matter of time. But I wasn’t afraid because now I held the most powerful weapon: a mother’s determination.

I walked to the door. I took a deep breath to calm myself. The heavy wooden door opened slowly. James stood there. Rain water dripped from his hair down his handsome face, now contorted with anger. He saw me and his eyes seemed to want to devour me.

As soon as he entered, he lunged at me, cornering me against the cold hallway wall. He slammed his hands hard on the wall, trapping me in a firm but threatening embrace. His hot breath, mixed with the smell of tobacco and rain, hit my face. He growled, each word between his teeth, “Eleanor! How long did you plan to hide this from me? Where did you think you were taking my children? Do you take me for a fool?”

I stood still, my back against the wall, my head held high looking directly into his flaming eyes. If this had been the old me, I would have trembled and curled into his arms begging for forgiveness. But now, his closeness only disgusted me. I used all my strength to push his chest. My voice was cold and sharp. “Get your filthy hands off me. We’re divorced. Have you forgotten? Legally, you and I are strangers.”

James took a few steps back but pointed at my belly and shouted, “So what if we’re divorced? The child in your womb is my child. Doctor Evans confessed everything. The dates match. Don’t try to deny it.”

He came closer, his tone shifted from anger to possessiveness. “Come home with me. The children of James Sinclair cannot live in hiding out there. My mother is dying to have grandchildren. Don’t be so selfish.”

I laughed a bitter laugh that echoed in the spacious apartment. “Selfish? You call me selfish?”

I took a step forward, forcing him to retreat. “When your mother threw that fake medical report in my face, where were you? When you gave me $5 million to buy my 3 years of youth, did you think of me? When you welcomed your ex-girlfriend into our home, did you think about how much it would hurt me?”

I looked at him with the utmost contempt. “You’re right. This child is the result of that night. But don’t forget it was you who forced me to take the morning-after pill. It was you who rejected him before he even existed. What right do you have to come and claim him as yours now?”

James was speechless. His face turned from red to pale. My words were like needles piercing him, leaving him defenseless. But the arrogance of a superior man wouldn’t let him back down. He snarled, “I don’t care about the past. Right now he carries my blood. I have the right to raise him. The 5 million is payment for custody. If you want more, I’ll give it to you.”

Money again. In his eyes, everything could be bought with money, even a mother’s love. I felt a sharp pain in my chest from anger. I pointed to the door and shouted, “Get out! This is my house. I don’t welcome people like you. If you don’t leave, I’ll call security to drag you out. You don’t want the great CEO of Sinclair Group to be publicly embarrassed.”

James stared at me. He had probably never seen me so determined and fierce. He tried to grab my arm again but I stepped back and accidentally bumped into a decorative shelf near the door. The jolt caused the purse I had left there to fall to the floor. Its contents spilled out: a lipstick, my wallet, car keys, and a white sheet of paper carefully kept in a medical folder.

The paper slid across the polished tile floor and stopped right at James’s feet. It was the 4D ultrasound I had done the day before. The image of two fetuses curled up together was clearly visible in black and white.

James bent down and picked up the paper with trembling hands. He stared at the image. His eyes widened in disbelief. “Twins… Two?”

His voice broke. There was no trace of his earlier aggression, only a strange and overwhelming emotion. For the first time, this man saw the form of his children. These little lives growing day by day that he had almost discarded. James’s finger gently stroked the image of the two little heads. His eyes reddened. An intense paternal emotion surged within him, erasing all doubts and calculations.

He looked up at me. His gaze was pleading, weak, pathetic. “Eleanor, are they boys or girls? Are they… Are they healthy?”

Seeing him like this, my heart softened for an instant, but reason immediately brought me back to harsh reality. I couldn’t give in. If I showed weakness now, my children and I would fall back into the same tragedy.

I lunged and snatched the ultrasound from his hands, hastily stuffing it back into my purse as if afraid he would steal it. “You don’t need to know,” I said coldly. My voice was firm. “Boy or girl, healthy or sick, it has nothing to do with you. You signed the divorce. You settled your debts. Congratulations, two for one. But too bad, they will only carry my last name. You have no right to be their father, nor do you deserve to be called Dad.”

James stood as if petrified, his hands still in the same posture, empty and desolate. My words were like a bucket of cold water extinguishing the small hope that had just been born.

He stammered, “I… I was wrong. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll bring you back home. We’ll start over. My mother will be so happy to know…”

“Happy?” I interrupted, laughing sarcastically. “Happy to have an heir? Or happy to have something else to brag about? Go ask your mother if she dares to look me in the eye after what she’s done. James, you can’t unspill water. Take your money, your honor, and leave. Don’t force me to call the police and report you for trespassing.”

James looked at me. His eyes reflected a struggle between remorse and helplessness. He knew I was capable of keeping my word. He took a step back and then another, looking lost as if he had lost his soul. Before the door closed, he turned to look at me one last time, his gaze fixed on my belly with longing.

“I won’t give up. They are my children. I will fight for them.”

The door slammed shut in James’s face, separating two worlds. I leaned against the door, sliding to the floor. I hugged the ultrasound and burst into tears. I had won this battle, but why did my heart ache as if someone were squeezing it?