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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At night, in a small town by the seaside, a lot more stars could be seen in the night sky than in the city. The splatter of stars twinkled beautifully, lighting up the town.

On the beach, there was a girl standing on the shore and looking into the distance. She had a fight with her father because she didn't want to go abroad. To clear her mind, she had come to this small seaside town on an impulse, but her father had tracked her down using GPS. He had come all the way here and asked her to go home with him tomorrow. During the past few days here, she had grown to like this small seaside town, which made her feel comfortable and at home. She didn't know if she would ever feel this way after going abroad.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was melodious. It was her last night in this seaside town, so she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could.

Suddenly, there was a flash of bright fireworks in the sky. It only lingered in the air for a moment, and she didn't like the way the fireworks made her feel. At the same time, she saw big words in the sky and thought, 'The person named Jessica must be very happy to see these words designed for her.'

She had been walking around in the small seaside town for a whole day, so she was exhausted. Finally, she left the beach and went to her hotel. After taking a shower, she lay on the bed, but she couldn't fall asleep for a long time. She had resisted going abroad for so many days, but she had finally given in to her father. Then why had she rebelled against him in the first place?

While she was thinking, she heard the door of her room being pushed open. But who would come to her room at this time of the night?

In the dark room, she couldn't see anything, but she heard the crash. She didn't dare to make a sound until the man who had just entered lay down on the bed next to her, reeking of alcohol. She guessed that he had come to the wrong room by mistake. "Hey, you're in the wrong room," she said tentatively, poking him.

This night, she transformed from a girl to a woman. At dawn, she just grabbed something and left.

After walking out of the room, she looked at the room number and realized that she was the one who had been in the wrong room.

After returning home, she kept thinking about what had happened that night. After all, she had just lost her virginity.

The three-month summer vacation passed in the blink of an eye. But recently, she had been throwing up a lot and had a poor appetite, which worried her father. Therefore, her family took her to the hospital for an examination, only to find out that she was pregnant.

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