She Lost Her Children While Believing Her First Love

Vince's POV

The day the twins were supposed to be born, my wife bought out the entire hospital’s supply of laborsuppressing medication. No matter what, she refused to give birth.

The nurses kept begging me to sign the surgery consent form. They said if the babies weren’t delivered soon, they would suffocate and die.

But I stayed silent.

Because in my past life, Luisa Carr had been diagnosed as naturally infertile. To secure an heir, she secretly kept 88 boy toys around her, rotating them through her life every day.

She’d coax me sweetly, saying that if I could just manage to get her pregnant, she’d get rid of those men immediately. Our child, she said, would be the rightful heir.

I believed her. I even crawled on my knees for three days and nights to the most spiritual fertility church I could find, begging the heavens for a child with her.

So when Luisa got pregnant with twins, I was overjoyed.

But on the day she was supposed to give birth, she refused to go into labor. I knelt on the floor, begging her through tears. I told her if she waited any longer, the babies would die.

When she finally came out of the delivery room, I was holding our newborn twins, a boy and a girl. I was crying with joy as I handed them to her.

But her expression turned cold. She took one look at them and smashed them to the ground.

As such, blood sprayed everywhere.

I screamed, but she ignored me. Instead, she ordered her bodyguards to drag me to a fresh grave and forced me to kneel and bow until my forehead was split open.

“If you hadn’t driven Albion away back then, the baby in my belly would’ve been his,” she spat. “That’s who the heir was supposed to be! I planned to claim Albion’s child before these two bastards were born to make his child my first and official heir. But you refused. You forced me to give birth.”

“And now you and those two brats have stolen everything that should’ve belonged to Albion and his son. You broke their hearts. You made them take their own lives. So now, you’re going to pay for it,” she growled.

She then beat me to death in front of Albion Chavez’s grave.

But then, I opened my eyes again, and I was back on the day she refused to give birth.

This time, I wouldn't stop her. I was ready to let her have the perfect little family she’d always wanted.

——

The doctors and nurses were still shouting.

“Mrs. Carr, you need to deliver now! The babies are in danger if you wait any longer!”

Luisa waved them off in annoyance and snapped, “Get those people out of here!”

Then she turned and looked at me with suspicion in her eyes. “Vince, if you dare sign that form, I swear I’ll divorce you.”

I froze for a second, then it hit me. I was really back, back in my old life.

But instead of dropping to my knees and begging like I had before, I just sat down and said calmly, “Alright. Whatever you say.”

My sudden obedience caught her off guard. She stared at me, unsure. “Don’t try reverse psychology on me. I’m not giving birth. Period.”

Right then, a bodyguard burst in. “Miss, Mr. Chavez and his son have returned to the country!”

Luisa’s face lit up right after hearing that news. She laughed with glee and declared, “Perfect! I'll officially recognize the child Albion brought back as my firstborn. He will be my heir! As for the two inside me, get them out. Now! I need to go see my Albion!”

Even after everything I’d been through in that past life, hearing her talk about our children like that, it still tore me apart.

Half an hour later, without even stopping to rest after giving birth, Luisa changed into something tight and revealing and left without a second thought.

Suddenly, a nurse came running out, screaming, “You can’t take the babies! Their heartbeats are gone! We need to get them to the NICU now!”

Panic surged through me upon hearing the commotion. I turned around toward it only to see Luisa’s bodyguards snatching the babies.

I ran after the nurse, chasing them down. But before I could reach the twins, a bodyguard punched me square in the face.

Then, everything went black.

The next thing I knew, I was being dragged off and forced to appear at a press conference.

Vince's POV

Luisa’s crowd of b oy toys had also been brought to the press conference.

All of us, myself included, were surrounded by her bodyguards. They swung thick batons, striking our legs and groins without mercy.

The hall instantly filled with screams and cries of pain. The smell of blood hit the air, thick and metallic.

“Even if Luisa gave birth, and her husband wants to punish us, it's just fine,” one of the boy toys sobbed, “But does he really have to cripple us?! Agh—it hurts! Help! Someone help!”

Just then, I was also kicked to the ground, and a baton wrapped with nails smashed into me, tearing through skin and muscle. Within seconds, I was covered in blood, and my body was a mess of raw with open wounds.

My screams startled the other boy toys, and panic spread through the crowd.

“Wait, isn’t that Luisa’s husband? Why is he here, too? So who’s really behind all this?”

Writhing on the floor, I gritted my teeth and cried out, “Help us!”

Right then, Albion walked in, arminarm with Luisa. He was dressed in a white suit, smug as ever, holding the hand of a little boy beside him.

The moment Luisa saw the chaos, the injured men writhing in blood, her expression shifted.

“Who told you to touch them?!” she barked at the bodyguards.

Albion covered his nose dramatically and said, “Ugh, what happened here? All your pretty boys are ruined. Who would be so heartless to do this to them?”

Before he even finished speaking, Luisa’s glare snapped to me. Without warning, she kicked me hard in the stomach.

“You filthy, jealous bastard!” she spat. “I leave for one moment, and you try to ruin them all? You can’t stand seeing them around me, can you?!”

Curled up on the ground, I looked past her at Albion, his smug smile, his victory shining in his eyes.

Through clenched teeth, I gasped, “It wasn’t me… It was him—”

“Still lying?” she shouted. “You think I don’t know you? This isn’t the first time your jealousy has hurt people! But this time, I’m not going to let it slide.”

Then she barked orders at the bodyguards. “Have every one of those men slap him across the face. After that, send them to the best hospital for treatment. And whoever hits the hardest gets a hundred grand reward.”

Quickly, the guards dragged me into the center of the room, paying no mind to the blood still pouring from my wounds.

One by one, the boy toys stepped forward, hesitant, eyes full of guilt as they raised their hands.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Carr,” one of them whispered.

And then the slaps began.

Over and over, palm after palm crashed against my face. My ears rang, and my vision swam. At some point, I couldn’t even hear from one ear anymore.

Once the crowd had been cleared out and the violence finally stopped, Luisa smiled with satisfaction. She took the hand of Albion’s son and pulled Albion himself up beside her, walking over to where I lay.

Covered in blood, my face swollen and bleeding, I looked up at her. For a split second, I saw hesitation flash in her eyes.

But then her chin lifted, and her voice was cold and sharp as she said, “Don’t blame me for letting them hit you. I needed to teach you a lesson. So you understand what happens when you let jealousy consume you and try to hurt others again. That way, you’ll stop dreaming of stealing the position of heir from Albion’s son again.”

My whole body shook as I looked up at her.

So it wasn’t just me who had come back from the past.

No wonder the moment Albion opened his mouth, she immediately accused me.

No wonder she said I’d done this before.

Because in our past life, she had framed me the same way, judged me guilty without trial, for Albion’s sake.

My eyes burned as tears welled up. But Luisa’s voice remained sharp. “Don’t try to play the victim, Vince. I’m not falling for it this time. I didn’t let you manipulate me into giving birth early, so your brats could snatch the title of my firstborn heir.”

I let out a bitter laugh, holding my bloodsoaked side, and muttered, “Luisa, this time, I didn’t stop you from delaying the birth. I stepped aside for you and your perfect little family. So did our children. We gave up everything for you. So why? Why can’t you just let me go? Why did you still have to kill them?”

She froze. Her brows furrowed. “You crippled all of my men just now, and now you're crying over a few slaps? And what are you saying, I’m the one who won’t let go? What did I do? Tell me.”

Vince's POV

“The babies are safe in the nursery. Stop using them to manipulate me,” Luisa hissed.

Still, I begged her over and over to give them back. They needed emergency care. Every second mattered.

But she pulled her hand away in disgust, shaking me off like I was nothing.

“Drop the act,” she snapped. “As long as you behave, I won’t hurt those two little bastards. Oh, and tomorrow at the press conference, you’re going to admit publicly that you’re infertile. That you’re the one who’s useless. That’s why I had to have Toby with Albion. Then, you’ll transfer every single one of your shares and assets to him and his son. From now on, your only job is to serve them. Obediently.”

Then she threatened, “But if you try anything sneaky again, if you so much as touch a hair on that child’s head, I won’t just deal with you and your brats. Your dying father in that VIP hospital bed won’t make it, either.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. I stared at her like I was looking at a stranger.

“Luisa… has your conscience been eaten by dogs?! My father’s in a coma because he saved your life! And now you’re using his life to threaten me?”

She sighed in annoyance. “Look, as long as you do your job, take care of Albion and Toby, keep them happy, I won’t touch him.”

With that, she looped her arm through Albion’s and walked away, saying sweetly, “Albion, thank you for bringing me such a perfect heir. I need to give you a proper reward.”

Blood poured from my body as I lay there begging the guards at the press conference to please take me to a hospital. I also begged them to return my babies.

That was when my motherinlaw arrived. Her face went pale the moment she saw the blood all over the venue and me lying there with both my legs broken, soaked in red.

“Get him to the hospital now!” she screamed. “Where are my grandchildren?! If anything happens to those babies, I swear none of you will get away with it!”

Finally, they rushed me and the twins to the hospital.

But there were no doctors.

Not a single one.

My motherinlaw, furious, demanded to know where all the medical staff had gone.

The nurses hesitated, then one of them explained, clearly distressed, “Ma’am, Miss Luisa has called every doctor in the city to her villa by the river. Mr. Chavez scraped his finger while giving blood, and she was afraid it might get infected, so she ordered all doctors to stay onsite just in case. Right now, there are no doctors available anywhere in the city.”

My motherinlaw lost it. She started calling every number she could think of.

“This is insane!” she cried. “Her husband and babies are dying, and she pulls every doctor away just to fuss over a third party and some illegitimate child?!”

Ten calls later, Luisa finally picked up, irritated.

“What do you want now?” she said flatly. “Is Vince throwing a tantrum again and using you as backup?”

My motherinlaw shouted into the phone, trembling with rage, “Vince is bleeding out! He’s already passed out! And the babies’ heartbeats have stopped! If they don’t get emergency treatment right now, they’re going to die! And you—you sent every doctor away?! Do you want to kill your husband and your children?!”

Yet, Luisa only laughed coldly. “He put you up to this, didn’t he? Please. He just got slapped a few times. That’s not ‘bleeding out.’ And the babies? I saw them with my own eyes when they were sent to the nursery. They were perfectly fine. What, now they’re suddenly dying? At least try to lie believably. Whatever, I don’t have time for this. I need to take newborn photos with Albion and our son. He wants doctors? Fine. I’ll send someone.”

My motherinlaw hung up and grabbed my hand tightly. “Don’t be scared, Vince. The doctors are coming. Just hold on, okay?”

I held the babies close to my chest, feeling their life slipping away.

And in that moment, I remembered the last lifetime how my children never even opened their eyes, never made a single sound before Luisa smashed them to death with her own hands.

Shaking uncontrollably, I clutched my motherinlaw’s hand and whispered through bloodstained lips, “Mom, three years ago, my father fell into a coma saving Luisa. You promised me... you said you’d treat me like your own son. And if Luisa ever turned against me... you said you’d help me divorce her.”

Vince's POV

“I’m begging you,” I said, my voice trembling. “Please let me divorce her. I swear, I won’t stand in the way of her first love’s son becoming the heir. I just want my children to grow up safely.”

My motherinlaw was already in tears, nodding over and over. “I know… At first, we only agreed to adopt you as a godson to repay your father for saving my life. That’s all I ever promised. But it was Luisa who fell for you. She was the one who confessed. She was the one who insisted on marrying you. She loved you so much… So, how did it turn into this?”

Her voice cracked with anger. “I know it now. It’s all that bastard Albion’s fault. If he hadn’t come back out of nowhere, none of this would’ve happened.”

I let out a bitter laugh. Yeah. How did things get this twisted?

That girl, who once stood at her comingofage ceremony blushing and vowing to love me for life, who said if she ever betrayed me, she deserved to be torn to pieces, was now the one tearing me apart for another man.

“Please… Mom,” I whispered hoarsely, gritting each word.

Hearing the last bit of breath in my plea, my motherinlaw finally nodded.

“Alright! When you two got married, I made her sign a divorce agreement just in case things ever went south between you. I’ll go home and get it expedited right away. Tomorrow, I’ll announce publicly that your children are my only heirs. As for that ungrateful daughter of mine and that illegitimate child, I’ll cut them off completely.”

She left immediately after that to handle it all.

As such, I was left lying in a hospital bed, the pain in my body and my heart crashing down on me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t stop crying out.

Her assistant, on the other hand, stayed behind, anxiously glancing toward the door, waiting for the doctors Luisa promised to send.

Finally, someone arrived.

But it wasn’t a doctor.

It was just a delivery guy.

He froze when he saw the bloodsoaked emergency room, then quickly handed over a small bag and slipped a bandage out.

“Miss Luisa said it’s just a flesh wound,” he mumbled. “Nothing lifethreatening. She said to stop bothering her on her wedding night.”

The assistant’s eyes filled with rage as she threw the bag across the room.

“Sir, I’m taking you to a hospital in another city. Hold on. Please, just hang in there.”

I screamed and writhed in pain, then everything went black.

When I woke up again, a bucket of icecold water was splashed over my body, shocking me awake.

Standing over me was Luisa with her face twisted in disgust.

“Drop the act,” she sneered. “You know I’m announcing Albion’s son as my heir tomorrow, and yet you still ran off to another city for treatment! What, hoping everyone would think Albion’s abusing you?”

Behind her, Albion stood holding the child in his arms, putting on a show of innocence and hurt.

“Mr. Carr,” he said gently, “I know you hate me. But if you want revenge, take it out on me. Why did you have to involve Luisa's mother and try to take my child away? The assistant was yelling right before she got dragged off, said your motherinlaw went back to file papers to adopt my child and I didn’t deserve to be the heir’s father.”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My throat burned. All I could do was shake my head in desperation, tears in my eyes.

“I… didn’t. Luisa… please, bring the doctors back. The babies… they won’t hold on much longer…”

“You’re lying again!” she snapped, frowning impatiently. “My mom left the hospital in such a rush and she took a lawyer to work overnight. You think I don’t know you’re behind this? You think stealing Albion’s kid will magically make you the heir’s father? Aren’t your two brats already born safe and sound? What more do you want? Faking their deaths now to win sympathy? Just to fight over the heir position? You’re disgusting!”

Vince's POV

Pain tore through every inch of my body. The blood on my skin had long dried, sticking to me like glue and reeking of rot.

Because of that, Albion gagged and covered his nose, looking as though he might vomit. “Mr. Carr, you know I can’t stand the smell of blood. You refused to clean yourself up on purpose, didn’t you? Just to make me faint?”

Hearing that, Luisa shot me a look of pure disgust. “Look at you. You smell like a corpse and you look insane. You’re a total embarrassment.”

She waved her hand, and the bodyguards started dumping buckets of cold water over me again and again until I turned pale and my body trembled uncontrollably from the cold. Only then did she tell them to stop.

But Albion wasn’t done playing the victim.

“Mr. Carr,” he whimpered, “please… don’t take my son away. If you’re really going to steal him from me, then I’ll just jump out this window!”

He then staggered toward the ledge, putting on a show, and Luisa immediately rushed to hold him back.

Finally, she snapped.

She spun around and kicked my hand away from where I was clinging to his pant leg. Leaning down, her voice dropped cold and sharp, “You think talking my mom into backing you makes you worthy of being the heir’s father? Think again. You’re never going to take what belongs to Albion and his child. I’ve already had the old estate locked up. I don’t care what you’re plotting. It’s over.”

“Also,” she hissed, “I’ve warned you how many times. Don’t touch Albion or his child. But you never listen. So now I have no choice but to use more permanent methods.”

After that, she turned to the guards and barked, “He pushed Albion to the brink. He needs to pay the price. Go pull the oxygen tube from his father. Then throw this trash off the building.”

“No!” I screamed, my voice ripping through my throat. “Luisa, are you insane?! That’s my father! He saved your life!”

She scoffed. “So what? He only did that to get my favor. So that you'd marry into a wealthy family and your child with me could inherit my family fortune. Well, congratulations. You got what you wanted. I married into your world. I carried your children. But your babies… they just weren’t fast enough. They were born after Albion’s son returned. I’ve paid my debt. I don’t owe your family a damn thing anymore.”

“Do it!” she ordered the guards.

I lunged at the guards in a frenzy, trying to stop them. But they beat me down hard, ripping my clothes in the process.

My dried wounds tore open, blood gushing out like a dam had burst, soaking the floor in seconds.

I curled up on the ground, screaming in agony.

Luisa stepped forward, ready to drag me again, but then she suddenly froze.

Her eyes landed on something that had fallen from my shredded clothes—a crumpled ICU emergency notice, the kind issued during a newborn’s critical rescue.

Seeing that, her face went pale.

She dropped to her knees beside me and grabbed my shoulders, then turned to Albion and the guards, her voice panicked and sharp.

“What is this?! I told you to bring him to the press conference not to beat him half to death! Who did this?! And this medical notice, where did it come from?! Albion, you said you hired a professional to care for the babies. You said they were fine!”

Albion’s face twitched. But within seconds, he forced a look of shock and quickly pulled out his phone.

“I swear, I didn’t know anything about this. The babies were perfectly fine when I left. I—I knew Mr. Carr might try to frame me, so I asked the nanny to record a video. Here, look.”

He handed over his phone. On the screen was a grainy, poorly edited video of a baby who was clearly over a month old.

The footage was so fake that it was laughable.

The guards, relieved to have something to latch onto, immediately jumped in.

“We would never lay a hand on Mr. Carr. He probably faked this himself—maybe used special effects makeup to trick you, worried you'd punish him for what happened to your boy toys earlier.”

Vince's POV

Luisa glanced at the video on the phone and immediately believed it.

Hearing the bodyguards back up the lie, her fury boiled over. Without warning, she lifted her heel and slammed it down on my head.

My skull hit the floor with a sickening thud, and blood gushed instantly.

“You dare lie to me?” she growled. “You faked your wounds? Faked an ICU emergency notice? Just to make me feel guilty?! You’re disgusting. Absolutely disgusting!”

She stomped down again, once, twice, over and over, each blow crashing into my gut like a hammer.

With every kick, my blood splattered across the floor, mixing with my screams.

“Stop… please… don’t…” I could barely speak. My throat felt like it was tearing apart. My body grew colder and stiffer by the second.

Eventually, I couldn’t even beg anymore. I just curled up in the spreading pool of my own blood, trembling silently.

Luisa tossed aside her bloodstained coat like it was trash and turned to Albion, suddenly all soft apology.

“I’m sorry, Albion. You shouldn’t have had to smell something so vile. I’ll clean him up, and when I’m done, let’s go on that island honeymoon I promised. It's my way of making it up to you for doubting you, okay?”

But Albion’s eyes shimmered with tears as he gently shook his head, voice trembling like a kicked puppy.

“Forget it. Mr. Carr hates me so much… If you take me away now, what if he tries something else to break me and my son apart?”

He looked down in sorrow and added timidly, “Maybe I should just leave with the baby. Let your children be the heirs.”

His words were perfectly timed—pitiful, innocent, and expertly manipulative.

And it worked.

Luisa’s expression darkened like a storm rolling in. Her voice turned gentle, but her tone was icy. “Don’t worry. I won’t give him any more chances to hurt you or the child.”

She raised her hand and snapped, “Lock him up in the basement. Throw those two brats in there with him. Once the press conference is over and I’ve officially declared your son as the heir, then they can come out.”

The guards dragged me out of the hospital like I was roadkill.

Behind me, a long trail of blood smeared across the marble floor.

I was barely conscious. My body was on the verge of shutting down. But I clung to the last thread of breath and begged, “Please… Luisa… what I asked your mother to do… it was about the divorce, not about stealing your son’s place… My kids… you already had them killed once. If you drag them out of the ICU and lock them in some cold basement… they really won’t survive this time.”

Breathing hardly, I continued, “I’ll give you the divorce. I’ll give up everything—my shares, my inheritance. I’ll even sign whatever you want, take the kids far away, and never show up in your life again. Just please, don’t touch my father…”

Tears and blood dripped down my face, falling to the floor one by one.

But Luisa waved her hand dismissively. “Fine. As long as you behave and stay put in the basement, I won’t—”

A deafening crash suddenly cut her off.

I looked up and watched in horror as my father’s body fell from the upper floor and slammed into the ground right in front of me.

His oncekind eyes were now bulging, bloodshot, and lifeless, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Dad!!” A scream tore out of me, ripping my soul apart.

I crawled toward him, using my elbows and knees, smearing blood in my path.

But just before I could touch his fingertips, a guard yanked me back by the collar.

“Take him away,” Luisa said softly, turning her head as if the scene bored her. “He was already a dying man. This way, he’s finally free.”

“Luisa, you're not human!” I screamed like a madman. “You killed your own children, and now you’ve killed the man who saved your life! You’re going to hell for this!”

Vince's POV

Despite that, she only glanced at me with a frown and eventually just let out a quiet sigh. Facing the guards, she instructed, “Even though I said to keep him locked up, if he asks for anything in the next few days, just give it to him. Take good care of him and the kids.”

Third Person's POV

To prepare for the press conference where she would officially announce her heir, Luisa spared no expense. She was determined to show the world just how much Albion meant to her.

She booked out every gold shop in the city to commission a giant safety lock made entirely of solid gold taller than a fullgrown adult.

Then, she spent tens of millions to buy an entire island and named it after Albion.

Even though she had never been active on social media, she suddenly created a public account with a name, "LovingAlbion."

And her first post was a dramatic love confession.

[Grateful to the most important man in my life, Albion Chavez, for giving me our firstborn son. From now on, my life is complete.]

The press conference lasted a full three days. Journalists from all over the country flew in. Under flashing cameras and dazzling lights, she smiled like a bride, holding Albion’s hand with pride.

But behind that pictureperfect image, she kept glancing at her phone again and again.

It was obvious. She was waiting for something.

Waiting for news from the villa.

But even on the final night of the event, her phone remained dead silent.

Unable to hold back any longer, she finally made a call.

“It’s been three days. Has he made a fuss? Tried to see me? Maybe threatened to show up at the press conference?”

But the housemaid on the other end sounded nervous as she replied, “No, ma’am… he hasn’t said a word this whole time. He didn’t even touch the meals I left outside his door.”

Hearing that, Luisa let out a cold laugh, curling her lips in disdain. “Hah. Just as I thought. He’s just throwing a tantrum. I made it very clear. Only my first child qualifies as my heir. It’s not my fault Albion returned with the baby before I could give birth to mine. He lost the bet, fair and square, but now he’s pulling stunts—hurting my men, faking sympathy, teaming up with my mother to steal the child.”

Rolling her eyes upward, she added, “I didn’t even punish him for that. Honestly, I’ve already been more than generous. And now? He’s going on a hunger strike?”

She thought about Vince father’s gruesome death and sighed. “He’s probably still mad about his dad. Fine, go tell him it was an accident. I didn’t mean for it to go that far. If he’s willing to behave and eat, I’ll give his father a proper burial. And I’ll even put Albion’s child under his name, let him have his little fantasy of being the heir’s father. But only if he promises never to touch Albion or the baby again. And Albion must live in the same house with equal status or not.”

The housemaid nodded quickly and hurried off to the basement.

But the moment the lock clicked open, a scream pierced the silence.

“Ms. Luisa! Mr. Carr—he’s dead! The two children—they’re not breathing either!”