No Heir? I Got His Twins

**"You're terrible in bed! The stamina of a goldfish! I want someone else!"** **"Oh yeah? Who exactly?"** **"Someone who can actually keep up!"** My husband's jaw ticked. That night, he proved *exactly* how much stamina he had—and I could barely walk the next morning. --- Three years of marriage. Three years of negative pregnancy tests. Desperate times called for desperate measures—so I pushed every button he had, hoping to finally conceive. One reckless night of passion later, I thought we'd finally made progress. Instead, divorce papers slammed into my hands. *"Anyone could mother my child,"* he said coldly. *"Literally anyone but you."* --- **Six years later**, I returned from overseas—CEO of a medical empire, renowned archaeologist, certified gemologist, *and* secret heiress to the nation's wealthiest family. Oh, and I brought along my adorable twin geniuses. My multiple identities? **Mind. Blown.** Meanwhile, my ex-husband's dirty secret hit tabloids: *He's firing blanks. Always has been.* --- Just as I'm about to marry my charming new fiancé (who actually *appreciates* me), my ex corners me in a hotel suite. His eyes bloodshot, voice cracking: *"You're the only one—the ONLY one—who can be my children's mother. My love. Please..."* **Too bad, buddy. You snooze, you lose.** 💎 *Revenge. Rebirth. Twin Chaos. And one groveling ex who's about to learn what he lost.* 💎