Five Years of IVF While He Already Had Twins Chapter 04
Alec’s POV
The silver rattle slipped from my hand, hitting the floor with a heavy clatter.
The sharp noise instantly startled the babies into piercing tears. They were my sons, yet their wails sparked no pity–only a grating annoyance.
The world beneath my feet tilted on its axis.
Alec?” Angelina grabbed my arm. “What happened?”
shoved her away and sprinted to the car. That was when I saw the envelope Ella had left for me that morning.
I stared at it, an invisible weight crushing my chest, making it impossible to breathe.
My knuckles split against the steering wheel. I didn’t even know when I’d punched it. Blood smeared onto the leather.
Why did I let her go alone?
I was too busy standing at that damn christening. Too busy letting everyone believe this was my other family.
I spent two full days at the marina where the accident happened.
I pushed the Volkov family’s resources to their absolute limit. Two private helicopters, three search and rescue vessels–I even bribed coast guard officials to scan via satellite.
The Bermuda Triangle was like a greedy black hole. It spat nothing back out.
That evening, the Coast Guard commander stood in front of me. He was holding an evidence bag.
“Mr. Volkov, we found this near the coordinates where contact was lost. Aside from this… only shreds of clothing.”
Inside the bag was a necklace. A thin silver chain holding a deformed piece of metal.
That bullet.
The bullet they dug out of my body five years ago. The one she took for me. I had made it into a necklace with my own hands and put it on her the day she left the hospital.
Breached for it. My fingers traced it through the plastic, gripping it tight.
The likelihood of survival…” he paused, “We suggest you prepare yourself for the worst.”
“Shut up!”
I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. “Keep looking! Even if you have to drain the fucking ocean, find her! Even if all that’s left is a single bone, it’s mine! Get out there and find her!”
Everyone fled my sight as if they’d seen a ghost.
I was left alone in the room. Dead silence.
Outside the hangar, there was only the sound of the waves.
Today was our wedding anniversary. We had agreed to have a candlelight dinner at home.
She must be at home waiting for me.
I drove home.
When I walked in, the butler was standing in the living room, his face pale. He pointed upstairs. went up and pushed open the bedroom door.
The walk–in closet was open. Black garbage bags were strewn across the floor. I squatted down and opened one.
shredded fabric. The sweater she had knitted herself.
The jewelry box was empty.
There was ash in the fireplace. I pushed it aside with my hand. The charred corner of a photo album. Our wedding photos. The one of her laughing on the beach. Only a corner remained.
I knelt there, my hands covered in ash.
Then I remembered the envelope.
Three days. I hadn’t had the courage to open it. But now, I had to face her judgment.
I pulled it from my jacket and tore it open. Two things slid out. A folded piece of A4 paper and a USB drive.
The first was a pregnancy report. Six weeks.
My mind went blank.
Five years of IVF. Countless failures. Every time, she would cry in my arms until she couldn’t breathe, and I swore to love her forever, with or without a child.
And now, she was finally pregnant.
But I was too busy holding a christening for my twins.
had personally sent her and our unborn child onto that ship of death.
With trembling hands, I plugged the USB drive into hy laptop.
The screen lit up. Video clips began to autoplay.
They were all sent to her by Angelina.
She knew everything. She had endured it all, watching me act, watching me juggle two women like a goddamn clown.
I slammed the laptop shut with a roar of despair and punched the glass desk, shattering it.
Just then, the door opened.
Angelina stood there, holding a cup of calming tea, wearing that expression of concern I used to think was gentle but now only found repulsive.
“Honey,” she walked over. “Don’t be too sad. After all, it was an accident. And… maybe it’s God’s will. You know she could never conceive-”
didn’t speak. I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her hard against the bookshelf.
The teacup shattered, scalding water splashing at our feet.
“An accident?”
“I fucking told you,” my voice was low, scraped raw from my chest. “You could ask for anything. Money. Houses. That shitty brand. But you were never to let her find out. What did you fucking promise me?”
Her face turned white, Her eyes darted down to the paper in my hand.
The pregnancy report.
“I–I didn’t mean for her to-” she stammered.
“She took a bullet for me,” I forced the words out one by one. “She went through five years of IVF for me. Do you know how many needles she took? Do you know how much she suffered?”
My grip tightened, watching her face turn red as she choked.
“And what did you do? Besides sucking my blood like a parasite, besides driving her to her death with those despicable videos, what have you done?!”
“Cough–Alec, you’re crazy–I’m the mother of your children-” she slapped frantically at my hand.
Children?” I laughed coldly, my eyes devoid of warmth. “If it weren’t for that bit of blood connection, I’d send you to be buried with Ella right now!”
“I lived in your shadow for three years! I gave you two sons without a title or name–and now you hit me for her? She investigated it herself! She hired the
P.I.! What does that have to do with me!” She was still screaming, her voice getting shrill.
I threw her to the floor like trash.
she clutched her throat, coughing violently.
You think you’re innocent? If you were innocent, would she have left? You wanted both sides, kept both sides, and now that it blew up in your face, you blame me? Look in the mirror, Alec–she’s dead! She’s dead because of you!”
I froze.
*Because of me?*
*Because of me!*
Those words spun in my brain.
Then I laughed.
She stopped coughing, looking at me like I was insane.
“She’s not dead.” I was still laughing. “She wouldn’t die. She’s not that fragile.”
I knew her.
She wouldn’t let me off that easily. She wouldn’t just let me live with the guilt and be done with it. That wasn’t’her.
She would vanish. Hide somewhere I couldn’t find her. Because she knew I would look. She knew I would never let her go.
I turned to the door. Dmitri was standing there, waiting for orders.
Lock down every exit port. Check everyone she’s had contact with this week, every account transaction. Especially the smugglers on the black market.”
“If you don’t find her, none of you need to come back alive.”
Outside the window, night had fallen.
I stood there, clutching that necklace tightly in my hand.
I would find her. Whatever the cost.