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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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Five years into their marriage, Tobias Stevens faced bankruptcy and was burdened with huge debt.

He was in poor health and worked odd jobs at an old warehouse. His earnings were barely enough to cover the rent.

To support the family, Dorothy worked by day and collected bottles from roadside bins to sell for money in the evenings, often taking her daughter, Margaret Stevens, with her.

On Dorothy's birthday, Margaret surprised Dorothy with a cheap cupcake bought with coins she had saved for half a year.

Dorothy was deeply moved. After saving diligently for months, she finally gathered enough money to buy tickets and take Margaret to the amusement park she had always dreamed of visiting.

As they reached the entrance, they unexpectedly saw Tobias there. One of his arms was around the waist of his first love, Liza Briggs.

His other arm was holding Liza's daughter, Sandra Briggs. They were heading towards the rides.

"Daddy..." Margaret called out loudly to Tobias's back.

A staff member of the amusement park immediately turned around and stopped Dorothy and Margaret. "Sorry, but the amusement park is closed for a private event hosted by Mr. Stevens today. You'll have to come back another day."

"You... you must be mistaken. How could Mr. Stevens have rented out the entire amusement park? He doesn't have any money at all.

Dorothy couldn't believe her ears.

The staff member gave her a disdainful look and said with sarcasm, "How do you know Mr. Stevens does not have any money? He's the president of Misys Group. He is rich enough to rent one hundred amusement parks, not to mention this one."

Dorothy felt a heavy weight on her chest. Her lips turned pale as she could not utter a single word.

Margaret looked up and gently tugged at Dorothy's sleeve.

She asked innocently, "Mommy, does Daddy have a lot of money?"

Dorothy lowered her head and looked into Margaret's eager eyes. She was unsure how to respond at that moment.

Of course, the president of Misys Group would be wealthy.

Dorothy felt as if a heavy weight was crushing her chest, suffocating her as she saw Margaret in clothes that were too small.

She tried to say something, but no words came out.

Margaret perhaps sensed Dorothy's sadness and shook her head understandingly. She smiled and comforted Dorothy, saying, "Mommy, don't be upset. Maybe Daddy is busy. Let's go home now. We can come back to the park when he's not busy next time."

Her voice grew lower until it faded away.

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