The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

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."

Modern Mystery Revenge

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PROLOGUE

Jihan's POV.

Lately, I always feel that there is something different about my husband. He often works out of town, usually only once a month and even then only for a few days. But now? Since four months ago, my husband has been on duty frequently, twice a month and for a relatively long time.

I try not to think bad thoughts. Maybe there are a lot of workers, to the point that my husband has to go back and forth out of town. The more I want to think positively, the more suspicious I feel. There's just something that makes me think negatively. For example, now it's been five days of work out of town. However, during that time they never contacted me once unless I initiate it.

What if something like that happened to you? Will you think negatively like me? Or is it the opposite? Or maybe I'm just overreacting? Who knows! What is clear is more and more.

One day, my friend and coworker sent a message. He said he saw my husband in a restaurant with a woman. Do I believe it? No, I don't believe it at all. Because obviously a few minutes ago my husband called and said he was on his way home.

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