Hearken

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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With her suitcase in her hand, Lucia walked into the front yard.

For two weeks, she had been on a business trip. She came back a day earlier than expected and did not tell her boyfriend Jonah about it, because she wanted to surprise him. On her way back, she already texted Jonah and asked what he was doing right now. He replied soon.

He said that he was going to sleep early tonight and would pick her up early tomorrow.

Jonah had been so considerate. Imagining the surprised look on his face, Lucia could not help but hasten her steps with a smile.

Using the key that Jonah had given her before, Lucia opened the door. She left her suitcase in the living room and went straight to his room, but there was no one.

'Wasn't he going to sleep? Why is he not here?' The thought perplexed her.

After searching, she heard a man's gasps and a woman's groans coming from the balcony.

The man's voice sounded a lot like Jonah's. Upon hearing that, Lucia thought that something must be wrong with her ears. However, that was not the case. They had been in a relationship for seven years now. How could he be with another woman?

The closer Lucia got to the balcony, the clearer their voices became.

"Honey, you're tighter than you were last time."

"Yes! Jonah! Faster!"

Hearing that, Lucia pushed the door open gently to see what was going on. She watched a revolting scene. Jonah was having sex with another woman on a deckchair.

He was pressing his naked body onto her and was spanking her butt hard. The woman raised her buttocks, moaning and groaning in pleasure as she tried to match her movements to his.

A fierce wave of wrath crashed into Lucia's heart and she was about to lose her mind. Looking at them, she felt as though the whole world was spinning in front of her.

She quickly took out her phone and clicked many photos of them. After putting her phone away, she kicked the door open with a loud bang.

"Who is it?" Jonah shouted. He seemed to be furious.

The moment he raised his head, Lucia saw how horrified he was. The excitement and lust in his eyes faded away in just a second and his face paled.

"Lucia..." Jonah stood up in panic. "Why did you..."

His penis had gone soft and was hanging like a wet maggot.

"Well, I came back early to surprise you, but I did not expect you to give me a surprise too," Lucia said coldly. A strong sense of despair filled her now broken heart. Her eyes felt sore, but she gritted her teeth and restrained her anger.

"Lucia, I..." Jonah tried to justify.

The woman who was on the deckchair got dressed and walked to Lucia.

"Since you've seen everything now, let's talk about it and get it over with," she said with an arrogant sneer.

Ignoring her, Lucia said to Jonah, "Let's break up."

Jonah lowered his head, feeling guilty as he tried to hold her hand.

"Lucia, I'm sorry..."

Lucia yanked her hand away from his wet, sticky hand.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hand!"

With that, she turned around and stormed out of there, furious.

After walking to the living room, she picked up her suitcase.

Tears filled up in her eyes, and she felt a sharp pain in her palm. She looked down and noticed that she had dug her nails into her palm. It was too painful.

After leaving the house, Lucia called a cab and asked the driver to take her to an old town near Strinas.

Then, she went to a bar in the town where she often went to. She often went here when she was in a bad mood. She needed alcohol to numb her pain at the moment.

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