Remarried To The False Heir

Tristan was the true heir among the two brothers.

Nolan had declared that whoever between him and his brother could first have a child would inherit the family's hundreds of billions.

Three years into our marriage, he was straightforward and sincere:

"You can't get pregnant, but she can. I have to be with her. You know how much having a child means to me, right?"

I raised an eyebrow but still didn't reveal the truth to him.

Later, I married Brian and, while pregnant, went to Tristan's house for dinner.

He said, "How is this possible? You clearly can't conceive!"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion until I broke the silence:

"Tristan, why don't you get checked?"

Chapter 1

On our wedding anniversary, I had to persuade Tristan for a long time before he agreed to go out for dinner with me.

His face was full of impatience. "We see each other every day. What's so special about today? You women always make a fuss!"

I held his hand and pouted, "Honey, it's been three years already. Time flies so fast. Let's go watch a movie and have dinner."

"You've always wanted a baby, right? Maybe if you're in a better mood, it'll happen."

Tristan shook me off. "Don't mention kids to me. We've been married for three years, and you still haven't gotten pregnant. How can you even bring it up?"

"Do you realize that if Brian has a kid before us, I'll lose out on the family inheritance?"

His tone was dangerous. "Jayme, if the old man gives all the inheritance to Brian because of you, you'll be sorry!"

I sat down next to him, softening my voice. "Your brother doesn't even have a girlfriend. Relax, he won't have a kid before us."

Tristan's expression darkened. Whenever the topic of kids came up, he would think of his brother, who was way more competent than him.

Even though Tristan was Nolan's biological son, Brian was incredibly capable. Over the years, he had managed to elevate Wilson Group to one of the top companies in the country.

So, even though Nolan still favored his own son, he knew Brian had a firm grip on the company.

That's why Nolan proposed that whoever had the first grandson would inherit the family assets.

After Nolan said that, Tristan hurried to marry me.

To have a kid, he even resorted to taking medication.

But what he didn't know was that no matter how many times he tried in a night, I could never get pregnant.

Because he was simply impotent.

I coaxed Tristan into finally agreeing to go out on a date with me. Even the cake for our third wedding anniversary was prepared by me.

At the dinner table, I presented him with a gift box. "Darling, I know you lack nothing, but this is my heartfelt gift to you."

It was a watch, purchased with three months of my salary.

Tristan was the stingiest trust-fund baby. Before we got married, he had already arranged a prenup, and after tying the knot, we went Dutch on everything; neither of us spent the other's money.

I was a doctor, and my monthly salary wasn't much. He always had a taste for luxury goods, so I had saved up for a long time to buy this watch.

But when I handed the watch to Tristan, he merely glanced at it and then averted his eyes, disdainfully remarking, "Does this brand of watch match my status?"

"Jayme, if you can't afford it, don't bother. This watch is too cheap and doesn't suit my status."

I looked down.

Before Tristan was brought back by his father, he was from a humble background. So upon returning to the Wilson family, he started spending money like water.

Perhaps due to his past poverty, once he had money, he became a true embodiment of new money.

He didn't want it, and I didn't press him. I quietly put the watch away.

"Darling, if you don't like it, never mind. I'll save up more money and buy you a better one."

Tristan didn't even glance at me. "Instead of wasting time on this, why don't you think about how to get pregnant? You're a doctor, treat yourself."

My heart sank. I had so much to say, but after much thought, I chose to hold back.

"Alright, I'll try to get pregnant as soon as possible."

He fell silent. It was evident he didn't want to engage with me.

I didn't dare to bother him further, so I remained silent too.

Suddenly, his phone on the table rang. He calmly answered, "Kelsey, what's up?"

There was a tenderness in his voice that he didn't even realize, a tone he never used with me.

I didn't know what was said on the other end, but Tristan suddenly stood up, grabbed his coat from the side, and said, "Wait for me, I'll be right there."

Panic welled up inside me, and I quickly stood up and grabbed his arm. "Darling, where are you going? Today is our third wedding anniversary!"

He impatiently shook me off. "Kelsey has something going on. I have to go. You stay here by yourself."

With that, he put on his coat and was about to leave.

Seeing that I couldn't stop him, I tearfully pleaded, "Tristan, what could be so important that you'd leave me to go to her?"

He sighed in exasperation. "She said she has a cold and seems to have a fever. I'm going to check on her."

Then, without any further consideration, he left me alone and walked out.

I sat down in the chair, tears rolling down my cheeks, and stayed there until the restaurant shut down for the night.

And Tristan, he didn't come back all night.

I am a hopeless romantic.

Tristan was someone I had been devoted to for five years before he finally agreed to marry me. So, even though I had long known that he had an ambiguous relationship with a subordinate at his company, I chose to look the other way. Because I couldn't leave him.

The next day when he came back, we tacitly agreed not to mention what had happened the previous day. I knew that as long as I brought it up, he would definitely get angry. I loved him too much and was very afraid of his anger. As long as I didn't catch him in bed with someone else, I would assume he hadn't done those things.

I convinced myself: Men, they always have a wandering eye; it's normal for them to like the new and tire of the old. As long as he knew to come home, it was okay.

But I never expected that the last shred of dignity would be torn apart by him.

On a gloomy rainy day, as a lightning bolt illuminated the sky outside, he told me, "Jayme, I've fallen in love with Kelsey."

Tristan's gaze was clear and straightforward, without guilt or malice, but rather particularly sincere: "She's already pregnant. It only took one time."

"You can't conceive, but she did. I can only choose her. You know how important children are to me, right?"

He spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, completely disregarding my feelings. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, torrential rain pounded against the window with a deafening roar. My voice trembled as I asked in disbelief, "Are you sure?"

"Are you sure she's really pregnant?"

Tristan began to grow impatient again: "Of course I'm sure, Jayme. I don't want to waste time talking nonsense with you. Let's just get divorced directly."

I felt a pang in my heart, and I thought and thought, but I still didn't tell him that he was the one who couldn't have children. Holding back my tears, I sighed and said, "Congratulations."