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.

Modern Crime Revenge

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In the Phoenix City.

After spending half an hour in the AY Jewelry Store, Sherry Xu finally decided to buy a necklace the shop assistant had suggested.

However, before she could give her bank card to the shop assistant, an arrogant female voice came from behind her.

"This necklace doesn't look very striking. However, it's unexpectedly a limited edition... I'll take it then!"

The woman's voice was sweet and feminine, but it had an arrogant tone to it that was enough to make anyone feel annoyed.

The woman walked over to the shop assistant, her high heels clacking on the marble floor, and stood beside Sherry Xu. The smell of her perfume gently wafted into the air.

Hearing this, Sherry Xu was stunned for a moment, and wrinkled her nose with distaste. Without casting a mere glance at the woman, Sherry Xu handed her credit card to the shop assistant. "Wrap this up, please," she said.

"A woman like you doesn't need a necklace like that,"

the woman beside her sneered. This time, her voice was even more offensive and discriminating. Before Sherry Xu had time to react, the woman rudely pushed her aside with her hip.

It was not until then that Sherry Xu looked at the woman's direction. At one glance, she instantly recognized who that woman was -- Jessie Liang.

What a small world!

"Can you take back your credit card? I still have other urgent matters awaiting me," Jessie Liang scoffed. Sherry Xu's other hand balled up into a fist at her side as she glared angrily at Jessie Liang. 'There was no way this woman could be serious!' Meanwhile, the shop assistant looked at the two women, unsure whether or not she should take Sherry Xu's credit card.

Seeing that Sherry Xu did not move a muscle, Jessie Liang looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I just said?" she said arrogantly.

Having no patience for Sherry Xu's stubbornness, Jessie Liang raised her hand to hit the back of Sherry Xu's hand.

The slap was so hard that Sherry Xu's hand immediately turned red. It didn't help at all that Sherry Xu's skin was quite fair, making the slap mark even more highly noticeable.

The way Sherry Xu looked shocked made Jessie Liang feel even more dominant and cocky. "I'm telling you. Don't try and challenge my patience. Otherwise..."

Jessie Liang then turned around and gave a hard look at the shop assistant. It was obvious that the shop assistant was terrified of her, and didn't want to get on her bad side.

"In case you don't know yet, my husband is rich! He can buy this entire jewelry store without blinking an eye, let alone these two measly limited editions!"

Her words were like a threat. A smile crept up her face as she saw the shop assistant draw back her hand from taking Sherry Xu's card.

With a sigh, Sherry Xu looked helplessly at the frightened shop assistant. 'Poor girl... She was only trying to do her job, ' Sherry Xu thought. Then, she looked down her hand that Jessie Liang had slapped and frowned. It was as red as a tomato now.

'Do I really look so weak to be pushed around like this?'

At a moment of courage, Sherry Xu raised her head and was about to confront Jessie Liang. When all of a sudden, she heard a familiar voice. "What happened?"

Looking back, Sherry Xu was stunned. 'It's... Jeremy. I never thought I'd ever see him here.

He has always treated me like a stranger and now he's--'

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