The Billionaire Husband’s Secret Vasectomy Chapter 1

On the night of the annual family dinner, my husband, who openly disliked children, casually mentioned how “cute” a cousin’s toddler was.

I took it as a sign. A signal. I immediately ordered ten packets of expensive, complex fertility herbs to regulate my body.

I spent three grueling months dragging him through a high-intensity baby-making routine. My abdomen remained stubbornly, cruelly empty.

The truth dropped like a bomb: I found his vasectomy report tucked away in his bedside drawer.

Right next to it, I found photographs of his secret twins. A boy and a girl. Four years old.

The resulting fight was cataclysmic.

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The older generation and our friends rallied around me, urging caution.

“Carlisle finally agrees to an heir, why make a scene? The Carlisle Group needs a successor.”

“The children must have been an accident. Damon probably felt obligated. Why not just raise them as your own, Anna?”

I looked at Damon Carlisle, my husband of three years, who stood before me—aristocratic, cold, and emanating the severe authority of a man used to getting his way.

“I will agree not to divorce you, on one condition: you never see them again. That is my maximum concession.”

Damon stood up, slowly removed his wedding ring, and placed it gently on the glass coffee table.

“Vera suffered the ten months of carrying my children. I am their father. It is my responsibility to care for them.”

“She won’t challenge your position as Mrs. Carlisle. Why are you being so relentlessly aggressive?”

Hearing his cold logic ripped the last remnants of hope from my chest. I finally abandoned the fantasy of things ever returning to normal.

“If that is the case, then we are getting a divorce.”

BAM! A teacup smashed near my feet. My father, Mr. Welles, his face mottled purple with rage, pointed a trembling finger at me.

“Dare to divorce him, and I will break your legs!”

“Since when is a small scandal not commonplace in the upper echelons of society? Why must you be so dramatic?”

My mother-in-law rose to pull my father back, but her eyes held a distinct look of displeasure when they met mine.

“Anna, you are a Welles, a daughter of a respectable family. How can you stoop to the level of those lower-class women who fight over men?”

“Look at the chaos you’re causing. If this gets out, it will damage the Carlisle reputation.”

The voices of everyone in the room became a chorus of disapproval. My tears finally streamed down my face and landed on my hands as I asked the question that still burned worst of all:

“Damon, why did you have a vasectomy behind my back?”

Years ago, we had agreed that if I accidentally became pregnant, and he still didn’t want a child, I would respect his decision. I had thought, naively, that a surprise might trigger his paternal instinct, that his preferences might change.

But for three years, there was never a single accident. I spent two years believing it was my body, enduring endless appointments and drinking bitter herbs. I was trying to fix myself, when he had already made me redundant.

A flicker of guilt crossed Damon’s face. He let out a heavy sigh.

“Anna, I had no choice.”

He walked over and gently put his arm around my shoulder, his voice now a low, earnest murmur.

“Vera grew up poor. She suffered so much abuse and hardship. How could she compete with a Welles heiress? And how could her children ever compete with one of yours?”

“I didn’t want them to suffer the same way she did, to be pointed at and humiliated.”

“We’ve been in each other’s lives since we were kids, Anna. Surely you can understand my position.”

He spoke of the unfortunate necessities of the world, asking me to accept his arrangement. In my heart, all I heard was a tidal wave of shock and revulsion. He loved her deeply enough to plan their entire future—a future that required him to betray me. I was nothing more than a sacrifice for his true love.

I shoved his arm away, taking three shaky steps back. I looked at him with utter desolation.

“Damon Carlisle, you are truly disgusting.”

“We are done. I refuse to share a life with a liar.”

Damon’s face hardened, the shame immediately masked by anger.

“Anna Welles, as children of elite families, we all have obligations. Why can’t you be gracious and accommodating?”

“You were born with the wealth and privilege Vera will never have. I have given you the status and respect of being Mrs. Carlisle. She just wants to be a simple, ordinary woman. Do you really need to force me to abandon her?”