She Returned with Genius Babies, He Regretted

Elena’s POVTristan’s senses have tunneled. Right now, nothing else in the world exists. Just Mira. I run down the stairs, my heart sinking deeper and deeper as I arrive at the dining room.“Mira!” Tristan gasps, sinking to his knees next to my sister.She’s breathing rapidly, her face red from the effort. Her hand is clutched around her throat as she looks at Tristan with tears in her eyes. “I… I think I’m having an allergic reaction to something in the soup.”The mood in the room shifts immediately.“It’s alright, I got you now,” Tristan whispers to her, rubbing her back and giving her water. Then, he turns to me. And it’s like being splashed with cold water. “Did you add nuts to the soup?” Tristan asks, his tone low and dangerous. The kind of dangerous that’s pretending to be calm. “Tell me, Elena!”“I-I didn’t!” I say in utter confusion. “But even if I did, Mira doesn’t have any allergies!”I rush over to Mira to ask her about it, but Tristan gets to his feet and blocks me, like

Elena’s POVMy tears are threatening to flow, a sign of my failure and embarrassment. I tilt my head back, forcing them into a halt, all the while swallowing hard to keep my voice calm.“I’m so sick and tired of you messing everything up,” Dad hisses. “If you don’t do the single thing that you’re supposed to do, I swear to God—”“I’m divorcing Tristan.”The words just came out of my mouth, like they were already rushing to make themselves known. The effect is like dropping a bomb. Everything feels so quiet. Dad stops talking. I’m not even sure if he’s breathing because of the absolute silence coming from his line.I open my mouth to explain myself, to make him understand why I had to do what I did, but then his anger finally came out.“You stupid b1tch,” he spits out, his voice dripping in venom. I can almost picture him clenching his phone and screaming into it. “What are you thinking? Oh, wait, that’s one thing you never do. You don’t think before you act! You just think everything

Elena’s POVI wake up with a gasp, my hand on my chest, feeling my heart almost punch through my ribs.The first thing that I see with my blurry eyes is the all-white walls. The hospital bed and the white sheets. I can hear something beeping in the corner, but I can barely lift my head to take a look. I’m about to close my eyes again, but then I feel a hand on mine and hear a familiar voice.“Elena,” the voice says. “Can you hear me?”I pry my eyelids open and see Grace’s face looming above mine. My vision is still recovering, but it’s always a relief to see her.“Grace,” I croak, then memories of what happened flash back in my mind. “God, did I get into an accident?”“You did,” Grace says. “But don’t worry. The babies are safe. Everything is good. It wasn’t that bad, you just hit the side of your head but everything is clear.”A single tear runs down my cheek. Thank God my babies are alright.I open my mouth to ask her what happened, but then my vision clears up just a little bit, an

SIX YEARS LATER.Elena’s POV “Mommy, Liam made another mess!”I sigh, rubbing my eyes as I turn away from my computer screen. When I blink, the only thing I see is the necklace I’m designing. Which tells me that I’ve been staying at it for way too long, and Liam’s mishap might be a welcome distraction.“Mommy!” Sophie yells again, and I can’t help but shake my head in tired affection. She’s getting louder and bolder every day. “Mommy, Liam is not listening to me!”“I’m coming, honey, don’t worry.”I go down the glass stairs and head into the kitchen. Sure enough, my twins are there. Liam, who’s already incredibly tall for the age of five, is standing on a chair to get a good access to the counter. He has three glasses in front of him, two of which are filled with liquids that I don’t even want to find out what.Sophie is standing in the corner, watching her brother mix the liquids. There’s some spillage, but other than that, he seems to have everything under control. At least, apart f

Elena’s POVNo questions asked. No protests raised. The very next morning, the entire family and I are flying to New York.My heart is filled with angry dread. Anger because of everything that happened, how I was put last in every situation, used and discarded. Dread because after all these years, I’ll be in the same city as the people who did that.In contrast to my emotions, the kids are excited. They’ve been running around the private jet yelling, “New York, New York!” before our flight took off. And now they’re tired and asleep from doing all that.I have them both on my lap, stroking their tiny faces. It calms me down knowing that I won’t be back alone. I have my whole family with me. But I still can’t help but stare into the darkness of the sky through the window.Just an hour now, and we’ll be landing….“You have nothing to worry about, you know,” Grandpa Harold suddenly says.I look up and realize only then that he’s looking at me. I force a smile. But he’s always been able to