His wife, Linda Carter, the woman who had shared all the hard times with him—eating noodles mixed with rice, living in a cramped Brooklyn apartment—still hadn’t given him a child. Linda was gentle and patient, enduring every scolding from Henry’s mother and the constant pressure from his family. But Henry could no longer be patient. The pressure from his family, combined with his selfish ego and ambition, gradually changed his heart.
One autumn evening, when golden leaves carpeted the Manhattan sidewalks, Henry met Nicole Evans—a beautiful, young socialite who always appeared at the extravagant parties he attended. Nicole knew how to whisper sweet words into Henry’s ear: “You deserve a perfect family, children to carry on your name, not years of waiting and suffering.”
Not long after, Henry decided to throw a divorce paper in Linda’s face on a pouring rainy afternoon. “If you can’t have children, then I’ll find someone else. I can’t let our family line die out,” he declared coldly. With empty hands, he drove his wife out of the house they had built together. Linda’s eyes were swollen from crying, but Henry walked away without looking back.
Unexpectedly, karma came sooner than he had imagined. Nicole, the beautiful mistress, bore him no children. Instead, she turned Henry into a living ATM. Extravagant trips, late-night parties, designer clothes, luxury cars—all were drained by Nicole. Then she cheated on Henry, running off with a younger man. By the time Henry realized he had been deceived in both love and money, it was too late. He returned to single life—wealthy, powerful, but terrifyingly lonely.
Fifteen years later, Henry, now the CEO of Adams Global Group, was rich and influential, but far from happy. One January evening, he attended a prestigious business awards ceremony in New York. Holding a glass of red Cabernet, Henry forced a smile for the colleagues around him, when the MC’s voice rang out:
“Please welcome this year’s Outstanding Female Entrepreneur, Mrs. Linda Carter, CEO of LC Group, to the stage!”
The name “Linda Carter” made Henry’s heart skip a beat. On the stage, a woman appeared, elegant in a black evening gown, her long hair flowing, her face mature yet regal and powerful. This was Linda—the wife Henry had abandoned all those years ago.
Henry froze. She was no longer the meek, enduring woman he had known. Linda now shone like a phoenix reborn from ashes, her aura commanding and magnificent, making Henry feel small, almost childlike. But what terrified him even more than his ex-wife’s success was not that.
From backstage, two teenage boys, around 14 or 15 years old, stepped out. Dressed in sharp suits, holding flowers, they walked onto the stage, smiling brightly at their mother. Henry froze in disbelief. The moment the boys turned toward the audience, he gasped: the same deep eyes, high straight noses, arrogant smiles… they looked exactly like him.
But then his ex-wife spoke, her voice calm yet firm: “Henry… they are not your children.”
