Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

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"Since you have refused anesthesia, it will be very painful," warned the doctor through his mask as he looked down at Julie Lin.

Lying on the cold operating table, Julie Lin put her legs on the stirrups and raised her hand to touch her belly. "It doesn't matter if it will be painful for me. I want to know whether the baby in my belly will feel the pain."

Seeing the expression on Julie Lin's face, the doctor couldn't help but shake his head. "Do you regret it now? Why didn't you protect yourself at that time? Men can do whatever they want because they don’t have to suffer the consequences. But as a woman, don't you know better? Now that you're pregnant, you want an abortion. It is harmful to your health."

Julie Lin wanted to say that she was not a promiscuous woman and that the child belonged to her legitimate husband. But she held her tongue and smiled bitterly. What was the point of giving explanations now? Since that fateful night, three months ago, her so-called husband, James Leng, hadn't shown his face to Julie Lin. He didn't even answer her calls.

James Leng must have regretted having sex with her again after getting drunk that night.

When the doctor looked at Julie Lin, he felt that she wanted to say something but stopped. He asked impassively, "What's the matter?"

Julie Lin covered her belly. Before the operation, she had felt a sharp pain in her belly, as if her baby was struggling to survive.

She took a deep breath to calm down and looked up at the doctor. "Where is my phone? Can I just see it once again?"

She wanted to give herself and her baby one last chance.

"You are already on the operating table. What else do you want to do now?" asked the doctor impatiently.

Julie Lin tried to sit up and implored the doctor in a soft voice, "Please?"

The doctor let out an exasperated breath and turned to the nurse. "Bring her phone."

Julie Lin immediately dialed James Leng's number. It just kept ringing for a long time. When she was about to give up hope, the call suddenly connected.

"What's wrong with you now?" asked James Leng callously.

Julie Lin explained hurriedly, "After that night, I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, James Leng interrupted, "Don't tell me that you're pregnant! Julie, you are a scheming woman! The first time you slept with me, you leaked it to the media and caused a big scandal. So I was forced to marry you. The second time you slept with me, you got pregnant? What a coincidence! Even if you are carrying my child, I won't accept it. I won't allow a conniving woman like you to give birth to my child. You should be content with the fact that you've become Mrs. Leng. You shouldn't... "

Julie squeezed her eyes shut and hung up the phone. She had expected this response from him, but she also wanted to fight for her child. Smiling wryly, she touched her belly again.

This baby was as unlucky as her. Even before it came into this world, the baby was going to be hated by its biological father. Why should she give birth to this baby and give it the same wretched future as hers? It was already unfortunate that the child was in her womb, if it was born without the love and acceptance of its father, it would have a horrible fate.

Julie's phone was ringing incessantly. It was James Leng. She could imagine how angry he must be after she hung up while he was still talking. Nobody dared to hang up on the great James Leng!

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