He Said No Kids. Then Gave Me Two and Took My Fortune Novel – My husband wanted me to have my uterus removed and join him in a child-free life, but ten years later, he brought home a pair of twins—a boy and a girl—and asked me to raise them with care. I agreed. From that moment on, I devoted myself to raising these twins. By the time they turned eighteen, they had been accepted into Harvard. At their graduation party, my husband handed me a property transfer document, asking me to transfer all of our assets to the twins.
I agreed, and just as I was about to sign the papers, my mother grabbed me and pulled me aside, her face filled with concern. “Lily, those children—they’re not who you think they are. You can’t give them everything!” I calmly replied, “Mom, I trust my judgment.” She fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face, begging me not to be a fool. My father, seeing that their pleas were in vain, slapped me across the face in frustration. “You’re ruining the family!” he shouted, then stormed out. I signed the papers.
Ethan burst into laughter, triumphant—then wrapped his arm around another woman’s slender waist. She smirked and tossed me divorce papers. “Lillian, thank you for taking care of Ethan and the kids all these years. It’s time for our real family to be together.” I smiled faintly. “Fine.” Eighteen years ago, Ethan, who had promised me a child-free life forever, suddenly brought home a pair of twins—a brother and a sister. They were a bit dark-skinned, but their infectious laughter made them undeniably cute.
Ethan said they were adopted from an orphanage and asked me to raise them. From then on, I became a full-time mom, changing diapers and feeding them. Eighteen years later, they were accepted into Harvard. At their graduation party, as I prepared to transfer the family assets to their names and step back from the spotlight, it caused quite a stir. Friends and family begged me to reconsider. But I didn’t listen. I transferred everything to the twins. The moment the transfer papers were handed over, Ethan couldn’t contain his excitement and burst into laughter, heading toward the crowd.
He wrapped his arms around a woman and walked toward me. They handed me a divorce agreement, demanding that I leave with nothing. I felt a wave of disbelief as I looked at him. Betrayal burned through me like poison. After all, I had undergone surgery to remove my uterus so that I could be child-free with him. For these years, I had played the role of a devoted wife and mother, and I was well-known in the city as the perfect wife. “Ethan,” I seethed, my voice raw. “You and Vivian… you planned this all along.” Vivian Vance—my employee, a cunning woman who had clawed her way up to director at my company—smirked.
Vivian smiled nonchalantly. “Lillian, there’s no need to be angry. If you really loved Ethan, you should have made sacrifices for his happiness.” Ethan scoffed. “Just sign the damn papers.” Ethan and I were college classmates. He came from a poor rural background, with barely enough money for living expenses. He often stayed alone in the dorm, eating nothing but plain bagel . Because of his poor nutrition, his hair was dry, his face pale, and his posture hunched. One day, he collapsed on the campus grounds, and when I carried him to the medical office, I learned about his struggles.
I generously took on his living expenses, and as a result, we eventually fell in love and became a couple. Vivian, however, had been Ethan’s high school classmate. They had once been close, but later drifted apart. Who would have thought they’d rekindle their relationship? “Miss Grant is so tragic,” I overheard people whispering. “She just transferred all her assets to the kids, and now they’re demanding a divorce.” “I heard they had promised each other they’d stay child-free forever, but then Mr. Sharpe suddenly adopted two kids. They got into Harvard, and today’s graduation party is for that reason.” “I suspect those twins are the bastards of Mr. Sharpe and that slut.” “Please. Everyone knows. This was always the plan. Steal her money, then dump her.” “Poor Miss Grant. She’s been played.” Guests at the graduation party were gossiping about the shocking turn of events.
My mother was in tears. “Lily, look, you’ve fallen into their trap. Your father and I have been telling you all along—this man is scheming. He got close to you and treated you well only for your money. We warned you about these kids, but you wouldn’t listen!” My father stormed back into the room, furious. “How could I have a daughter like you? For a man, you’re willing to give away everything—your money, your family!” The room buzzed with pity and outrage. I looked down at the divorce papers, but no one noticed the smile at the corner of my lips.