Mated by Destiny

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

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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Tammy's POV

I rejoice internally that my shift has finally ended, and begin packing up my things before I go to change back into my normal day's outfit.

"Tammy," our head nurse, Mrs Roseline calls to me as I walk towards the changing room. Dread spreads through my body on hearing the tone of her voice. I really hope it's not what I'm thinking.

"Yes, Mrs Rose?" I respond, crossing my fingers behind my back, as some form of prayer.

"I know your shift has ended, but I'd need you to stay behind for another shift," she tells me, confirming my suspicions.

Dang. Exactly what I thought and prayed against.

"I don't think I can do that, ma'am. I already had plans for tonight," I say as I move my head slowly from side to side, trying to reason with her. Although, the only plan I have for tonight is sleeping. But it should count, right?

"I'm sorry, Tammy, but your plans would have to be put on hold," she replies, her lips turned downwards and her expression stern.

Fuck. I should have said that my pet dog died or something, maybe she'd have agreed. I don't have a pet, but she doesn't have to know that part.

"Can't any one else stay?" I ask her, hoping she would give a positive answer.

"No, Tammy. I don't trust anyone else but you to do the job," she replies.

I should feel flattered by the confession, but right now it only annoys me because it means I don't get my sleep time. "Thanks, ma'am, but I really don't think I can stay for one more shift," I tell her with a pleading look in my eyes.

"It's not a question, and you don't have a choice either." I open my mouth to protest, but the next words that come out of her mouth makes me stop and rethink my wanting to leave. "If you do this, I'll put in a good word for you to get promoted as my assistant," she offers.

A very tempting offer. I have been working hard to get promoted to assistant head nurse. if just looking after this patient can get me there, maybe it isn't so bad after all. "Fine," I mutter, feeling defeated.

The lady has the impudence to smile. "I knew you'd budge," she says, like it's a huge achievement. "Now, the patient was just admitted tonight and he has been showing strange symptoms. He was diagnosed with a mild case of fever, but his reactions say otherwise. I just need you to keep an eye on him and try noting any significant changes." she pauses and looks intently at me. "Do you understand?"

'I understand that part. What I don't understand is why I have to be the one staying just to look over a patient with just a mild fever that would probably pass soon enough,' I want to say. Instead, I nod.

"Good," she responds. "I don't think I have to explain anything more to you. You know how to do your job well."

"I really wish I didn't," I mumble to myself. luckily, she doesn't hear, or maybe she does and chooses not to answer.

Nurse Roseline hands me a file and pats my arm softly, before proceeding down the hallway.

'Well, there goes my sleep.' I huff.

Working at a hospital can be really draining. I sometimes wish I could resign but this is what I went to school for, and I doubt I would be able to be as good in another job. Plus, being an orphan who lives alone and has bills to pay, there's not much I can do.

Which is why as much as I hate the stress that comes with the job, I love and appreciate the paycheck. Being in a position to help save lives is also an added benefit, I guess.

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