The Past Is Prologue
Language: en
Eighteen years into our child-free marriage, I discovered my husband wasn’t child-free at all. He had more than one illegitimate son. The woman was patient. She knew that while I had no children, his bastards still had a claim to his inheritance. Even as a mistress, her sons could one day carve up the empire we had spent half our lives building. I thought about it. Over and over. A divorce would grant me the majority of our assets, but what was left would still be enough for them to live in luxury for the rest of their lives. It was far too generous. If that was the case, then we might as…