I Went to Jail for My wife but She Had Six Children Out of Wedlock

On my wedding day, my company was exposed for tax fraud. So, to protect my family, I turned myself in, took the fall for Clara Jameson and went to prison in her place.

When I was finally released from prison ten years later, I discovered that Clara had long built another family of her own and even had many children.

Furious, I confronted her. "Why did you betray me?"

She shrugged and was utterly unfazed by my question. "To continue the family line."

My eyes burned with rage and we got into a heated argument.

Her parents tried to calm me down. "Even if Clara has children with someone else, you're still the head of the Jameson Family. Be the bigger person and move on. That’s what really matters."

Even my own parents urged me, "When you are in prison, for ten years Clara took care of us in your place. It had been three generations that the Jameson Family had only one heir. Are you saying we're supposed to let their bloodline end just waiting for you?"

"What's more, you are an ex-convict so, you already have a stain on your record. The fact that Clara is even willing to stay married to you is more than you deserve."

My fists tightened. I had to bite my teeth to keep my eyes from falling down. Through gritted teeth, I asked her, "What do you plan to do about our relationship?"

Clara casually flipped her hair and said calmly, "Well as long as you don't make any problem, I won't divorce you. However, the Jameson Family will be passed down to Robert and his six siblings. In the future, they will care for you too."

A tear slipped down my cheek. At that moment, I finally gave up. I said calmly, "That won’t be necessary. Clara, let's get a divorce."

I turned around and contacted the boss I had met in prison ....

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"Divorce? Absolutely not!"

The most outraged person was not Clara, but my father. He slapped me across the face. "How did I raise such a petty, ungrateful son?"

"With her achievement, do you have any idea how many men would line up to marry Clara? She’s willing to stay married to you even after having a few kids and you have the nerve to complain?"

My younger brother shot to his feet. "Brother, what balderdash are you saying? Clara paid for my wedding and bought me a house and car! She even gave me a dowry money for my bride! So, does it matter so much if she has some kids outside the marriage? You’re blowing this way out of proportion!"

"If it really bothers you, just have a kid with her too. It’s not like we can’t afford it," he added.

My so-called family, who was bound to me by blood, did not hesitate for a second to sacrifice me when their own interests were at stake.

Clara, who had refused to see me in the eyes since I was released from prison, finally raised her head.

There was a flicker of panic in her gaze. "Luke, don’t overthink this. You are my husband, no one else can take your place"

A cold chill spread through my body.

I let out a bitter laugh and challenged her words. "Do you remember what you told me before I went to prison?"

The question I usually threw at her, made Clara freeze for a long while. Then her face turned red and she wrinkled her eyebrows in displeasure, “Are you criticizing my action? Do you know that throughout the time you served your time in prison, I did my best to look after your family, without asking anything from you."

"However …. " Clara paused. "My parents are already old and they yearned for grandchildren. I was just fulfilling their wish … that's reason for the Robbie and his siblings’ existence. Can you understand my reasoning and accept this?"

She spoke so lightly of her "sacrifices," as if I was the one in the wrong. Yet she never once mentioned the promise she had made to me. She acted as if I was the one who wronged her.

I tilted my head back and deliberately made tears fill my eyes.

I was born into a family that favored my younger brother. At that time, Clara was the one who pursued me relentlessly. She told me I deserved to be loved. This made me immediately fall for her.

To repay that love and protect it, I quit my high-paying job to start a business with her.

She said she hated flattery, so I handled all the external affairs while she managed things internally.

To secure deals, I often stayed up late drafting proposals, drinking so much during negotiations that as a result I suffered several gastric perforation attacks.

For three years, I sacrificed everything so our company could finally stabilize and naturally, we got married.