Divorce Me? You Are The Sterile One

Synopsis

For four years since marrying into Graham House, my failure to produce an heir made me the laughingstock of the Capital City. Meanwhile, the mistress who had schemed her way into his bed proved highly fertile, giving birth to three plump boys in quick succession. Cradling his illegitimate son, my husband pointed directly at my face, cursing me for being a jealous, useless hen occupying the nest without laying eggs. He even threatened to divorce me and elevate his mistress to my rightful position. That is, until a sudden riding accident left him injured. After checking his pulse, the physician fell to his knees, trembling in sheer terror. "Lord Graham... you were born with a Congenital Heart Defect. It is absolutely impossible for you to ever father a child!" In the deathly silence that followed, my husband stared at the courtyard full of boys chasing after him and calling him "Father"—and promptly coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot.