How Does My Fake Husband'S Hidden Babies End?

He promised his dying brother he would always protect his son. He never imagined that promise would cost him the family he never knew he had. When Ethan’s brother died, he made one promise, to always protect little Willy. He devoted his life to keeping that promise, never knowing the woman he loved had walked away carrying his twins. Sophia never intended to leave Ethan. On the very day she planned to tell him she was pregnant, she overheard him promising to take care of Lena and her unborn baby. Believing Ethan had chosen another woman and another family, Sophia walked away with a shattered heart, never giving him the chance to explain. Six years later, fate brings them together again. Ethan cannot understand why two extraordinary children steal his heart the moment they meet, while Sophia fights to keep the secret that could change all their lives. But some secrets refuse to stay buried. A powerful grandfather determined to protect his own plans. A woman willing to do anything to become Ethan’s wife. A promise that refuses to let go of the past. When the truth finally comes knocking, will love be enough to heal six years of heartbreak… or has the price of one misunderstanding become too great for any family to survive?

When I'm three months pregnant, I fall down the stairs at home and end up losing my unborn baby. Since then, I'm immersed in the sorrow of losing my baby. On top of that, I hate myself for being careless during my pregnancy. But my husband, Domenico Ferrante, doesn't blame me at all. Instead, he keeps staying by my side and taking good care of me. "Honey, we'll still have another baby in the future. Don't be sad, okay?" I thought I married my true love. But on the day I get discharged, I overhear a conversation between Domenico and his Underboss, Rocco Carini. "Have you cleaned up the oil spill at the stairway? Nadia is about to get discharged. Don't let her discover the truth." After Rocco makes all arrangements, he hesitates for a moment before telling Domenico, "Don Ferrante, if the Donna ever finds out that you're the one behind her miscarriage, she will never forgive you." Domenico falls silent for a moment. Then, he replies casually, "I will never let Nadia find out the truth. Valentina has finally gotten pregnant after so long—I won't let anyone threaten her child's inheritance right. This is the vow I've made to Valentina in the past. "As for Nadia, she will always be my wife even if she doesn't have a child." It turns out that this isn't an accident. My own husband actually makes me miscarry our child just for the sake of another woman. Heartbroken, I call my older brother, Alessio Nucci. "Alessio, Domenico has killed my child. I want to divorce him and leave him forever." After a moment of silence, Alessio says in a cold, harsh tone, "Fake your death, then. Only after you've completely vanished from this world can Domenico forever live in the pain of not being able to find you ever again."

Within 30 days, Niccolò Romano and I registered for divorce 18 times. The first time, Niccolò's adopted sister stole my research results, but he hired a lawyer to fight for her. Afterwards, he held me and coaxed, "If something happens to Lia, no one will dare to hire her in the future. I'm just helping her." The second time, while my plane was in distress, he was traveling around the world with Lia. His tone was helpless: "Lia has depended on me since she was little. I only look after her like a younger sister." The last time, Lia was pregnant with a child no one would claim, and he took responsibility for it. Faced with my accusation, he just sighed, a bit tired: "Lia's career is just starting to take off. If someone blackmails her with the child, her life will be ruined." "You're a woman too. Can't you understand?" This time, I didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, I calmly signed my name on the divorce agreement that he had signed in a fit of pique some time ago. Then I called my professor: "I've thought it over. I'm willing to go with you to Iceland to do research."

Married for five years, I'm known as the woman with the perfect husband. Alexander Foster is tall, strong, endlessly passionate, and people love to joke that we can't keep our hands off each other. Then he goes on a mission one day and never returns. I fall apart. I try to end my life six times, and six times someone drags me back. On the night of the sixth attempt, I overhear my mother-in-law, Anna Greyson, whispering to the man everyone believes is Alexander's younger brother, Daniel Foster. "Alexander, how long are you going to keep hiding this? Mia has tried to kill herself six times because of you." Alexander's voice stays calm. "Mom, before Daniel died, he asked me to take care of Lily. She's fragile, and now she's pregnant with my child. If she learns the truth, she won't survive it." And that's when the truth hits me. My husband isn't dead at all. He's been pretending to be his own younger brother and plans to have a child with Lily Harper under that lie. After crying until I can barely stand, I contact Margaret Warren at the matchmaking agency. "About that blind date you mentioned. I'll take it. And I want the wedding as soon as possible."

At three months pregnant, I was diagnosed with an ectopic pregnancy. My husband, a doctor, was overwhelmed with worry, pulling every string he could to arrange surgery and remove the baby. "As long as you're okay, it doesn’t matter if we don’t have our own child. We can always adopt. I can't lose you, Evelyn!" Heartbroken, I blamed myself for being useless, for failing to carry our child, and for disappointing my husband. But then, I accidentally saw his chat messages with another woman on the phone. "Don’t worry, I already told her she had an ectopic pregnancy." "I’ll have her sign the adoption papers soon, then find a way to bring you into our home." "Asher is my only son. I will make sure he inherits everything I have!" That was when I realized that the husband I loved so deeply had long since built another family behind my back.

Elizabeth felt like she was hit with all the bad luck in the world when she found out the guy she had to marry to save the company of the person who raised her was just an “old miser.” It was also why her boyfriend dumped her. Frustrated and out for revenge, she recklessly asked Wulfric, the guy she accidentally bumped into, to take her virginity. Wulfric, the gray-eyed sexy beast gave her an experience she wouldn’t forget especially since she ended up pregnant with twins. Secrets, betrayal... she had no choice but to turn to the father of her babies for help. Only to realize that Wulf was the very man she had been running from. And guess what? Her husband wasn’t some old miser all this time! **** “A-Are you single, Sir?” she asked, her voice trembling. He tilted his head slightly, his lips tightening. “Pop my virginity. I’m giving you my piece of hymen.” "You look fragile. Your eyes are sad.” “M-My boyfriend cheated on me,” Elizabeth stammered, her tears pooling at the corners of her eyes once more. That was when Liz saw death in his ash-gray eyes. *** Wulf stared at the twins. “He is our daddy!” they exclaimed in unison. He stood frozen as the two of them quickly ran over and wrapped their arms around his legs. The little girl beamed up at him, her gums showing in a wide grin. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up. “Daddy, we found you!” @CHANNING SERIES