My Ruthless Husband

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

HONEY MULLINS

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

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CHAPTER 1

I am Mrs. Jade Naive Guaren—Sevara, well I had a perfect married life back then, I don't know where or when it started but this is really what happened.

We're high school lovers, well it's funny to think that we're on and off but we still fail at church.

after a years I got pregnant, maybe we were married for three years before I got pregnant, he's the happiest man I know when I told him I was pregnant.

We are here in the garden today while watching the flowers planted by his parents, it feels good.

He hugged me from behind while his head is resting in my arms, I pinched his hand that's why he slightly opened his eyes.

"Why?" He asked before sitting me down on the swing and swinging me there.

I am 4 months pregnant.

"Love, what gender do you want our baby to be?" I curiously asked, he just continued cradling me while thinking of what to answer.

"Hmm, if you ask me. I want a man." I smiled at him after he said his answer, same as mine.

"Well, what will you name it?" I asked again, nowadays I often ask him such questions, maybe it's just because of the excitement.

"Luke, but if you don't want it, we can change it." He sat next to me since the swing I was sitting on was big, he held my tummy to feel our baby.

"What if she's a girl? Are you still going to be happy?" I rested my head on his chest, he brushed my hair and nodded as an answer.

"Of course I will, besides you are the most important to me, whether we have a baby or not, we can still be happy, you'll always be my baby, Jade." I smiled after he said that.

But it was all a lie.month's had passed I am 6 months pregnant when this girl came into my life, she befriended me and after one month, she admitted to me that she likes my husband, she pushed me down the stairs of our house causing my child to miscarry .

Along with the loss of my son, I also lost my husband.

And you know what is the worst part? That girl who pushes me is his mistress.

I was walking in the heat while wiping my tears, I didn't know where I was going, my husband didn't even follow me.

"Taxi!" when I feel like I'm dizzy because of the extreme heat, I have nowhere else to go now but my parents' house, that's where I'll be returning after 4 years.

well, after my son fell, we were still pretty good, there were misunderstandings because we blamed each other for what happened, he always blamed me for the loss of our son.

Little by little I remembered the first fight we had.

"It's late, where are you from?" I met him, he ignored me, in fact he just passed me like the wind.

"Azriel I am talking to you, what are you doing to yourself? Just get drunk at night—." I asked worried, he put his hand on my mouth to shut me up.

I tried to remove his hand before facing him.

"Azriel, rest your liver."

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