His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets

Chapter 3

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nd. Three small boys with identical blond hair and startlingly blue eye

spered Julian, the youngest, his hand

air, her own heart pounding a nervou

r beneath her f

k about her "immoral behavior" pushe

nt, confirming Alistair Sterling's claims.

-way ticket and a check into her hand. Their faces were tight with disgust. The

ecome a l

sidered having an abortion, but after thinking it ove

her own fles

s fate. No matter how difficult it is, she

adoptive father had hissed.

ct her child's future, she left this c

ey had unleashed a torrent of abuse. She had lost her v

ad boarded a bus heading

nt woman to live on her own. Finding a job is the biggest chal

to work; she

to give birth, and also pay for formu

urant. Afraid of getting fired, she worked harder

lnutrition and exce

down in a blizzard. She had tried to

her. A recluse who had turned his back on the world, but not on her. In that cabin, with

ountain had been their sanctuar

Max, her fiery, protective middle child. And Julian, her sweet, sen

return to the city

at all. She still hadn't forgotte

d looked at her paperwork, then at her, with a confused frown. The process was complicated, sh

fled, because she had never been served papers, the

d to do the one thing she had spent six y

r: find the man who was a my

. The anonymous bastard at JFK who had assaulted her.

mouths are full of

would make her the happiest and most noble wo

devastat

s, she thought he had ruined her life. But then she would look at Leo, Max,

e divorce. Then, she would find

everie. He tugged on her sleeve. "You're th

nd forced a smil

chest. "Don't worry, Mom!

ies receded. She had h

voice firm with renewed purpose. She took t

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His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets

Dolorita Drinker Romance

“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.”