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His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 710    |    Released on: Today at 17:06

ner. She settled the boys, pulling out a water bo

. Max, a bundle of kinetic energy, craned his neck, captivated by the celestial mural on the

the intense focus in Leo's eyes, the restless energy in

the potty," Julian s

older sons. "You two wait right h

tablet from his backpack. Max gave a solemn nod, his eyes

s hand and started

lothes swept through the area, flanked by an entourage. Isabel Knox, a socialite whose

ble floor. People moved out of her path. The bench where L

or?" Isabel snapped. "I can't be seen wa

d at their simple clothes. "Country bumpkins,"

rowed, but he

toe of her expensive shoe connected sharply wit

his small face crumpling a

kup, looked down at the crying boy with undisguised contempt.

. He glared up at Isabel, his blue eyes fl

ered. "Didn't your mother teach you t

match. Max's face flushed a deep red,

"Look at you, all dirty and pathetic. You're pro

was

started crying from the commotion, was focused on soothing her youngest

ll Big Brother, w

Max sobbed, pointing at

s pants and took a

fair little legs. It was a bright

s small fists,

like this? Does Max h

will blow on it for you. Once it'

eluctantly,

as steady, unnaturally calm for a child his age. "Ugly woman, who ga

y w

hrill, ugly sound. "Apologize? To you? Don't b

em, she had to act friendly in front of him. She had no time to deal with that

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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.”