You, Me And Our Genus Twins

Martha locked eyes with Mario, feeling like she had stepped into an icy realm. Every inch of her, from her hands and feet to her
heart, felt frozen. She couldn't fathom that, after all the calculations and schemes she had executed throughout her life, this
would be her fate.
"No, I won't divorce you!" She vehemently shook her head, her face drained of color. She looked at her husband and protested,
"I've devoted the prime years of my life to your family. I've borne five daughters for you and poured all my efforts into this family.
Now, you want to kick me out? You're so heartless!"
"Heartless?" Mario scoffed and chuckled bitterly. "What's heartless about seeking a divorce? You knew full well back then that
Lucas' mother and I were in love, yet you insisted on marrying me and breaking us apart. Your actions are the epitome of
heartlessness!"
"It was your parents who separated you two. What does it have to do with me?" Martha's eyes welled up with tears as she
struggled to speak. "Your parents were the ones who disapproved of your relationship with that woman. They believed she
wasn't suitable for you. What does it have to do with me? Even without me, there would have been someone else. It was your
cowardice, your inability to stand up for your love. Why blame me for your mistakes?"
"How can you be so sure that without you, there would have been other women?" he countered coldly. "Before you, my parents
introduced several daughters from prestigious families to me. When I made it clear that I loved someone else and wouldn't fall for
them, they gave up. Except for you! Even after I told you that I had deep feelings for someone else, you still married me against
all odds. If only you had rejected me like those daughters from prestigious families did, then I would not have broken up with
Lucas' mother..."
If only Mario hadn't broken up with Lucas' mother, he could have lived the life of his dreams. They would have shared a sunny
courtyard, with her tending to blooming flowers as he called her name. Her smile, especially in the sunlight, would outshine even
sunflowers. However, Martha's presence shattered that dream, condemning it to exist only in his fantasies.
At that thought, the pain in his heart was unbearable, and he clutched his chest, his face contorted with anguish, almost on the
verge of groaning.
"No... It shouldn't be like this..." Tears streamed down Martha's cheeks, her face turning pale as she shook her head repeatedly.

She couldn't accept this heartbreaking reality. She had given her all, worked tirelessly, and aspired to a better life, but after
decades, she felt like she had wasted her life.
When she married Mario, her initial goal was to win his heart and make him fall in love with her. However, her efforts were in
vain. She tried every approach imaginable but couldn't even catch his eye, let alone share a bed with him. Without intimacy, she
couldn't conceive his child or secure her position in the Griffin Family. She racked her brains and tried every method but couldn't
make him lead a normal married life with her, so there was no choice but to negotiate.
She promised him that if she bore him a son, she would agree to a divorce. Reluctantly, he finally consented to a normal married
life with her. However, luck wasn't on her side. She gave birth to daughters, one after another. She yearned for a son
desperately, but all she had were daughters, five in succession.
At times, in the dead of night, she'd be filled with dread, wondering if this was some sort of divine retribution, her punishment. But
as dawn broke, she'd push those thoughts aside, muster her strength, and fight on.
Even if Martha didn't have a son and only had daughters, she still yearned to control the Griffin Family. She had sacrificed too
much, giving up half of her youth and happiness. Every day was filled with calculations, resentment, and self-blame. Becoming
the second wife of the Griffin Family had granted her the status she desired, but genuine happiness had eluded her.
She had given her all and had to gain control of the Griffin Family; otherwise, her sacrifices would have been in vain. Though she
couldn't produce a son, she had daughters and could marry them to suitable husbands. Then, her daughter's offspring would
carry the Griffins' surname and continue the family legacy. In Dusktown, prestigious families without male heirs followed a similar
path, and she believed the Griffin Family could do the same.
However, Old Mr. Griffin held a different view. He believed that the men willing to marry into the family weren't of good lineage
and wouldn't produce successful offspring. He also favored having a grandson over a grandson-in-law.
After he learned of Martha's infertility, he was so disappointed in her. Later, he turned his attention to pleasing Lucas. The news
that Old Mr. Griffin had chosen Lucas as his successor shattered her hopes.
Ever since she agreed to marry Mario, her life had been filled with constant calculations, hesitation, and anxiety. There hadn't
been a single day of happiness. The thought of the Griffin Family falling under Lucas' control while she and her daughter were

kicked out was unbearable to her. She couldn't fathom accepting that reality. She had dedicated herself tirelessly, only to find
herself making wedding clothes for Lucas. It felt like a cruel joke played on her life. She was determined that she would rather
die than let that happen.
Martha glared fiercely at Mario, her eyes burning with anger. "If you even think about divorcing me and kicking my daughters out
of the Griffin Family, I'll slam my head against the wall!"
He replied coldly, "Go ahead and do it! What's the big deal if you end up hurt? If you have the guts, take your daughters with you!
Once you and your conniving daughters are out of the picture, I won't have to worry about your schemes against Lucas
anymore."
She was shocked by his heartlessness and stared at him with trembling hands. "Mario Griffin... How could you wish death upon
your daughters? They are your flesh and blood! Parents don't harm their children like this. Are you some kind of animal?"
He responded with a bitter smile, his tone self-deprecating. "Do you already think of me as an animal? If I'm not, then why did I
abandon Lucas' mother and marry you? You should've known what kind of person I was when you married me."
Martha's mind raced with conflicting thoughts, uncertain of Mario's true intentions. Could it be true? If he had once abandoned
Lucas' mother, he might do the same to me and our daughters now. He seems capable of anything, like an animal.
Meanwhile, Cynthia and her sisters grew anxious. They couldn't afford to lose their status as the young lady of the Griffin Family.
Hence, Quinn hurriedly went to Mario's side and pleaded, "Dad, please don't say such hurtful things. We are your biological
children, your flesh and blood. How can you sever our relationship like this?"