I Asked for a Baby Six Years and He Gave Her Two Instead Chapter 09

I Asked for a Baby Six Years and He Gave Her Two Instead Chapter 09

“No! You can’t take me! I’m a victim here too!” 

Chloe struggled, her voice rising to a shriek. 

Ethan’s face was ashen, practically being dragged 

out half–conscious. 

Mr. and Mrs. Bennett held the children, staring 

dumbfounded at the chaos unfolding before. 

them. 

Mrs. Bennett threw herself to her knees, clutching 

at my legs. “Let us go! Please! You can have Ethan 

back–just let my daughter go!” 

I ignored her, walking over to the lawyer, “Look 

further into Ethan’s finances. He bought this 

house.” 

The lawyer nodded. 

Watching their retreating figures, tears slid down 

my cheeks again. 

Taking a deep breath, I headed to the university. 

and withdrew from my position. 

Next, I went to the civil registry office and removed the illegitimate children from my family registry. 

After finishing these matters, I arrived at the 

investigation office and faced Ethan, 

“I’ve sent your mother back to Coastal City. Her 

pension is just enough to cover the nursing home 

fees.” 

“Take care of your own mother from now on–her well–being has nothing to do with me.” 

I started with his mother. 

Truthfully, I felt a twinge of sympathy for her- 

mentally unwell, abandoned by her own son. 

At my words, Ethan’s head snapped up. His eyes held a turmoil of regret and resentment. 

I stared at him calmly, 

“I’ve always wondered–how did you come up with the idea of building two families? One to provide you with convenience, the other to give you a sense of domestic bliss?” 

At my question, a flicker of confusion crossed 

Ethan’s face. 

Was it because he, a village boy who’d become a university professor, craved admiration? 

Or because he’d felt empathy for Chloe, who’d also 

come from the countryside? 

It was too long ago–he could barely remember. 

Six years of stability, success, a picture–perfect family–it had made him complacent. He’d thought his schemes were airtight, that I’d never know, that the double life could go on forever. 

He’d never imagined that the truth always comes to light. Once exposed, everything he’d 

meticulously built would crumble in an instant, destroying him. 

“I thought… I could control everything.” Ethan suddenly looked up, his confusion replaced by intense remorse and unwillingness. 

I glanced back at him faintly, said nothing more, 

and turned to leave. 

The incident caused a huge stir, amplified exponentially by Chloe’s live stream. 

Chloe’s flower shop was besieged. The same 

people who’d once envied their “perfect love” now 

turned on them, hurling insults. “Shameless!” they 

cried. “Flaunting stolen happiness for six years!” 

When the investigation concluded, all evidence 

was irrefutable. Ethan was convicted of multiple 

offenses including marital infidelity, and all the 

achievements of his life were reduced to nothing. 

He was no longer a respected university professor. 

Chloe threw herself in front of me, sobbing uncontrollably, 

“Elena, spare me! My children can’t grow up without a mother!” 

I looked at her coldly, 

“Ethan never married you. You should have 

anticipated this outcome when you chose to be 

his mistress.” 

Chloe’s sobs choked off, 

“I… I didn’t know-” 

“You expect anyone to believe that?” 

“Drop the act.” 

A flash of guilt crossed Chloe’s eyes. She’d known all along–when Ethan had lied about why they 

couldn’t marry, when their children weren’t 

registered under her name, she’d chosen to look 

the other way. 

Compared to being a homewrecker, poverty 

terrified her more. 

Everyone had admired her–her caring husband, 

her well–behaved children. 

Chloe’s voice trembled, 

“You can’t be this cruel! They’re your children too!” 

“As long as you’re still married to Ethan, these 

illegitimate children are still yours!” 

“You have to take care of them!” 

I let out a bitter laugh, 

“You’re delusional.” 

“Your children’s custody is now with your parents, and your oldest daughter has been expelled from 

school.” 

I walked away without another glance at the 

crumbling Chloe. 

Their family was ruined–one in prison, the others 

disgraced. 

Stepping outside, the lawyer handed me the divorce papers, “Everything’s been finalized.” 

“Don’t worry–we won’t let anyone who violates a 

military–protected marriage go unpunished.” 

I took the divorce papers, thanked him, and went 

to my father’s cemetery. 

“Dad, I’m sorry. I failed you.” 

This was a burden I’d never shake–my blind trust 

had cost him his life. 

Before I could leave the cemetery, Mr. and Mrs. 

Bennett appeared with the two children, blocking 

my path. 

They set the kids down in front of me and ran 

away, shouting, 

“You deal with them! Since you’ve ruined our 

family, these children are yours now!” 

I stared, stunned, at the wailing children. 

Then I took off after the Bennetts, grabbing an 

arm each. 

“They’re your own flesh and blood! Are you 

insane?” 

They broke free and fled. 

Glancing at the children by the road, I pulled out 

my phone and called the police. 

After the children were returned to their 

grandparents, I decided to leave. 

I didn’t dwell on the pain of the past or the fleeting 

satisfaction of revenge.. 

Instead, I returned to the top–secret lab, throwing 

myself back into the scientific research I loved. 

I shed my former fragility and forbearance, filling. 

the void in my heart with more achievements. 

Ethan had sent me to the lab to trap me–but in 

the end, he’d trapped himself in his own schemes. 

While he fell, I found rebirth there. 

The next time I heard about Ethan, I was on an 

academic exchange abroad. 

I’d become a national figure, contributing crucial 

technologies to my country. 

In prison, Ethan watched me on the news and 

finally broke down crying. 

He wrote me a letter, asking someone to deliver it 

-but I never read it. 

As for Chloe, after her release from prison, she 

took the children back to her village. 

In the end, Ethan lost everything–his family, his 

reputation, his freedom. 

Standing on the award stage, facing the cameras, 

I said, 

“Many people have expressed concern about my life and well–being.” 

“Today, I want to say this: the pain of the past no 

longer harms me. Instead, it has made me 

stronger. In the future, I will strive to make even 

greater contributions to my country.” 

I turned and walked off the stage to thunderous 

applause. 

I left the past behind. 

And I stepped into a new life.