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His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets

His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1304    |    Released on: Today at 17:06

Harlow Rowe's lips be

. The voice of an airport announcer was a distant, muffl

ed her e

paneling. A bar lined w

. She didn't

he sat up, and the room sp

utton was missing, exposing the thin strap of her bra. Dar

head vanished.

y muscle screaming in protest. T

her mind. She remembered that there was

were armed and causing havoc around the

eams of panicked people, she was suddenly pu

ght of the doorway. The scent of expensive whis

ke you the happiest and most honored woma

head wildly and cried

She let out a scream and

, no

s scattered everywhere on the floor rev

clutched the sheets tightly,

ort to pick up her husband. But since she still ha

is suppos

during

om now on? How should

but then there was chaos at the airport. In the panic, a man dr

l he still accept her?C

ontrol herself; tears

ne wrong in her past life, to d

rly love from a young age

e parents, forcing her to take her sister Chloe's place, marrying the unseen heir to save their reputation. That person was a

asked if she wanted to.They acted on their own

d, but in the end, she

eborn. It's good to be freed from that cold and indifferent

treatment for a leg injury. She's stayed alone in the house

education and future prospects. It represents

no

ry day her husband retu

mped over her mouth. She leaned over the pristine porcelain sink,

look

swollen. A dark, angry mark b

irma

own her cheek. She scrubbed at her

und in the silence. A number she didn't reco

el

s Harlo

was female, older, crisp wi

managed, her

. I am calling to inform you that Mr. Alistair Sterling-Vanderbilt IV has returned

ng-Van

a physical blow. She w

ling wants to

with this marriage. He completely skipped the w

y've never even met each other. They don't

o years, he's been v

, and daily necessities. When she was sick, he wo

of miles apart, she could s

he family, not that he didn't like her. As long as she was a good wife, they could be like a

er expe

er knees went weak. She slid down the cool tile wa

rding the terms," Martha continued, her tone clipped

y clause. If she were found unf

? How could she explain the b

ould t

sign the papers without contest and agree to a permanent non-d

n her mouth. She had never want

ht to negotiate. Sh

herself say. The voic

floor. The tears she had been holding back finally came, silent, scalding tracks

he lounge door. An air

false alarm with the security s

ements were stiff, robotic as

y be normal? She's a

solutely terrible. It

w of travelers. The noise of the concourse washed

, and walked towards the exit. Outside the glass walls, the N

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His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets
His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets
“I gave up my medical school acceptance to become a ghost bride, forced by my adoptive parents to marry a billionaire heir I had never met. But on the day he returned to the country, I was shoved into a dark airport lounge during a security lockdown and violently assaulted by a stranger. Before I could even process the trauma, my husband's lawyers called. "As per the strict fidelity clause, you will receive nothing." My adoptive family cast me out in disgust. Weeks later, I discovered I was pregnant from that terrifying night. Penniless and alone, I fled to the mountains, nearly dying in a blizzard before giving birth to triplets. Six years later, I returned to New York just to finalize the divorce so my sons could get legal identities. But my five-year-old son, furious that his brother was bullied by a socialite, retaliated by disabling a billionaire's armored car. I was dragged from my cheap motel room by bodyguards and thrown before the billionaire. "Pay the half-million in damages, or I'll ensure your son gets a juvenile record." Looking up, my breath caught. The man's strong jaw and sapphire-blue eyes were exact replicas of my sons' faces. He was the stranger from the dark lounge, and the very husband I was trying to divorce. Yet he looked at me with pure contempt, entirely unaware that the woman he was extorting was his legal wife, and the boy he threatened was his own flesh and blood. I clenched my fists, realizing I was done running.”