A Broken Promise

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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She had been sitting on the chair for about three hours now, while staring at the wall clock as it ticked away.

The time was 12: 59. In one more second, it would clock one and Liam wasn't still home.

She sighed, this wasn't the first time or the second, not even the fifth as she had lost count of how many times he had repeated this.

She began to think about how the past few months had gone by and how she had survived it.

When it clocked one, Alexandra stood up silently from her chair and went inside the room, leaving the sumptuous dinner she had prepared on the table.

It was her 25th birthday and she had dared to hope Liam would be home to celebrate it with her, afterall he was her husband. But he had not come home and she was so sure he didn't even remember.

She cried for a long time till she fell asleep. It was her routine to cry and cry all over again till she felt she couldn't breath and took it as her signal to sleep off. By the time she would wake up, it would be a new day and she would have strength to move on again.

She was so deep in her sleep and didn't wake up when Liam got into the bed beside her at 3am. Feeling tipsy from the alcohol, he found Alexandra so beautiful as she slept.

"Hey..." He whispered. Her lashes moved for a second and she snuggled more into the thick sheets that covered her.

"Alexa.." Liam's thick voice was heard again, followed by a tap and Alexandra opened her eyes.

"You're back?" She muttered sleepily as she slowly ran her fingers over her eyes.

"Happy birthday." She heard him say and her sleepiness immediately cleared off as she stared at him wide-eyed.

"What?" She gasped in shock.

"Happy birthday, Alexa." Liam said tipsily and she almost smiled, until she realized he was drunk.

"Are you drunk? You should go to..." Her words were interrupted by Liam as he placed his lips on hers, kissing her hungrily.

Alexandra felt shocked by his sudden actions and tried to push him off since she knew he was drunk, but on a second thought she gave up, deciding it wouldn't hurt to have a romantic night with her husband on her birthday.

She returned the kiss passionately, wrapping her hands round his neck as he made her lie down on the bed again.

His impatient hands quickly took off her nightgown and since she was wearing anything underneath, his hands moved towards her br**st immediately.

Alexandra could hear her brain screaming the word 'stop' to her but her body was already conquered by Liam's seductions. The moment he entered into her, her ears lost all connections to her brain.

*~*~*~

Liam woke up the next morning with a banging headache and suddenly started regretting why he drank last night.

He felt Alexa moved beside him and all the memories of last night rushed into his head in a very fast motion, aggravating the headache.

"Fvck!" He muttered, wondering why he had made that mistake of drinking last night and that led to him sleeping with Alexandra.

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