The Day My Father Died, My Billionaire Wife Gave Birth to Her Lover's TwinsChapter 1

My billionaire wife was in late pregnancy when she was kidnapped. Her water broke on the spot.

To save her, I was strapped to a drop tower by dozens of men and tortured for three days and nights. By the end, blood poured from my lower body like a river, and the child inside her had died in the womb.

Serena Gilbert collapsed. She rushed me to the hospital like a woman possessed.

After surgery, the doctor delivered the verdict: I would likely never be able to father children again.

She knelt before me, face streaked with tears, voice raw with guilt:

"Alex Harding, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

"I promise you—from now on, you're the only man I'll ever have. As for children… having you is enough for me."

Five years later, I returned from an overseas business trip to find Serena in trouble again. I rushed over.

But when I arrived, she was shielding Kyle Mercer—the college student I'd sponsored for five years—behind her. And her belly was just as swollen as it had been back then.

Before I could even open my mouth, she grabbed me.