She Aborted Our Babies To Bear Another Man’s Heir

My wife and I had been married for three years. After desperately trying, we finally learned we were expecting twins.

Overjoyed, I was about to share the news when I found an appointment slip for an abortion clinic hidden in her drawer. Confronted, she broke down crying and confessed: Mr. Shaw, an uncle-like figure, was dying of cancer, and his only wish was for his son Tristan to continue the family line.

I pleaded with her not to end the pregnancy. Even friends and family tried to reason with her. But she stubbornly insisted, asking if I could let an old man die with regrets.