My Husband Pushed Me to Adopt 4-Year-Old Twins for Months – A Month Later, I Overheard His Real Reason and Went Pale

He closed the laptop harder than necessary. “Hanna, of course I am. We wanted this, didn’t we?”

I nodded.

But something inside me had already begun to ache.

Then one afternoon, the boys finally napped at the same time. I was walking down the hall when I heard Joshua’s voice behind his office door.

Low. Broken.

“I can’t keep lying to her.”

I stopped.

My hand flew to my mouth.

“She thinks I wanted a family with her,” he said, his voice shaking.

I pressed closer to the door, even though every instinct told me not to.

Then Joshua sobbed.

“I can’t do this, Dr. Samson. I can’t watch her figure it out after I’m gone. She deserves more than that. But if I tell her, she’ll fall apart. She gave up her whole life for this. I just wanted to know she wouldn’t be alone.”

The floor seemed to tilt beneath me.

After I’m gone.

I gripped the doorframe, unable to breathe.

Then Joshua whispered, “How long did you say?”

A pause.

“A year? That’s all I have left?”

I stumbled backward.