Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

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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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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