The Billionaire Thought I Aborted, Then He Met My Twins

The Billionaire Thought I Aborted, Then He Met My Twins

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I stood in the freezing New York rain, holding a massive umbrella over my husband's mistress while the downpour soaked me to the bone. Julian didn't even look at me; he just tucked Scarlett closer and told me to take a taxi home so they could have "privacy" in the Rolls Royce. When I finally made it back to the penthouse, shivering and sick, Julian was waiting with divorce papers. "Scarlett is back for good," he said coldly. "She saved my life once, and I owe her everything. You were just a placeholder." He didn't know I was six weeks pregnant. He didn't know that I was the one who actually pulled his unconscious body from the surf that night while Scarlett watched from the shore, waiting to steal the credit. I signed the papers, faked a miscarriage, and vanished. I spent five years in London building an empire from nothing, raising twins who share his brooding eyes and his billion-dollar silhouette. Now, I've returned to Manhattan as the powerhouse CEO of his biggest competitor. Julian Vanderbilt thinks he can buy his way back into my life? He's about to find out that some debts are paid in ruin, not gold.

The Billionaire Thought I Aborted, Then He Met My Twins Chapter 1 No.1

The tiles of the bathroom floor were cold enough to seep through the fabric of her socks, chilling the soles of her feet. But Avery couldn't feel her feet. She couldn't feel her legs. All the sensation in her body had pooled in her stomach, a heavy, churning nausea that had nothing to do with the flu and everything to do with the crumpled medical report resting on the marble counter.

"Positive," the paper read. The ink was stark against the white page. Quantitative Beta-hCG. There was no ambiguity.

Her hand shook as she reached for the document. The paper rustled-a sharp, accusing sound in the quiet luxury of the penthouse. She didn't just throw it away. She tore it. Once. Twice. Then she fed the pieces into the small, personal shredder she kept by the vanity for sensitive documents. She listened to the mechanical whine as it chewed up the truth, turning a life into confetti. Then she buried the bin's contents at the bottom of the trash can, beneath a pile of cotton pads and empty makeup wipes.

Her phone buzzed on the vanity. The screen lit up with a single name: Julian.

Avery stared at it. Her heart did a painful flip against her ribs. She pressed accept.

"Scarlett didn't bring an umbrella," Julian's voice came through the speaker. No greeting. No warmth. Just the deep, clipped tone of a man issuing an order. "Bring one to the private rear exit of the 21 Club. The unmarked one on 52nd Street."

Avery looked toward the window. The New York skyline was barely visible through the sheets of gray rain hammering against the glass. It was a deluge.

"I'm not feeling well," she whispered, her throat tight. "Can't the driver-"

"You are Mrs. Vanderbilt," Julian cut her off. The disgust in his voice was a physical blow. "We are in the middle of a delicate negotiation with the board. I cannot have staff running errands and drawing attention. I need discretion. Don't make me wait."

The line went dead.

Avery lowered the phone. She felt lightheaded. She walked to the closet and pulled out a black Chanel suit. It felt like armor. It felt like a shroud. She applied lipstick with a trembling hand, masking the bloodless pallor of her lips.

Thirty minutes later, the Rolls Royce pulled up to the secluded service alley behind the 21 Club. The rain was torrential. It bounced off the pavement, creating a knee-high mist. Avery stepped out. She opened the massive black golf umbrella, the wind nearly tearing it from her grip.

The heavy steel security door opened.

Julian walked out first. He looked impeccable, his dark suit tailored to perfection, his face set in lines of irritation. Tucked securely against his side was Scarlett.

Scarlett was wearing a slip of a dress, shivering theatrically. She looked small. Fragile. She looked like everything Avery wasn't allowed to be.

Julian's eyes landed on Avery. His gaze swept over her wet shoes and the way the wind whipped her hair, but his expression hardened instantly. He looked around the empty alley, ensuring no cameras were present, before focusing his cold annoyance on her.

Avery stepped forward, lifting the umbrella high. She had to tilt it to cover them, exposing her own back to the freezing downpour. The water soaked through her blazer instantly. It ran down her spine, ice-cold.

"Oh, Avery," Scarlett cooed, her voice sugary. She leaned into Julian's chest. "I feel so terrible making you come all the way out here. Julian is just so protective."

Avery said nothing. Her teeth were beginning to chatter. She gripped the handle tighter, her knuckles white.

Julian ushered Scarlett into the back of the waiting car. He paused before getting in, turning to look at Avery. Rainwater dripped from her nose. She looked pathetic.

"You did your job," he said, his voice low so the driver wouldn't hear. "Take a taxi back. I need to debrief Scarlett on the ride. We can't have you listening in on sensitive matters."

He got in. The door slammed.

Avery stood on the curb. The taillights of the Rolls Royce faded into the gray mist. They hadn't offered her a ride. He had checked for paparazzi, ensured his reputation was safe, and left her in the rain.

By the time she got a taxi and returned to the penthouse, she was shaking so hard she couldn't fit the key in the lock. Her temperature was spiking. She curled up on the bed, her hands protective over her flat stomach.

Just us, she thought. It's just us.

Julian came home three hours later. He smelled of rain and Scarlett's floral perfume. He pushed open the bedroom door and saw her shivering under the duvet.

Avery let out a dry, hacking cough.

"Stop acting," Julian said, loosening his tie as he walked past the bed. "A little rain never killed anyone."

Avery closed her eyes. A single, hot tear leaked out, soaking into the pillow. She didn't make a sound. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

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“I stood in the freezing New York rain, holding a massive umbrella over my husband's mistress while the downpour soaked me to the bone. Julian didn't even look at me; he just tucked Scarlett closer and told me to take a taxi home so they could have "privacy" in the Rolls Royce. When I finally made it back to the penthouse, shivering and sick, Julian was waiting with divorce papers. "Scarlett is back for good," he said coldly. "She saved my life once, and I owe her everything. You were just a placeholder." He didn't know I was six weeks pregnant. He didn't know that I was the one who actually pulled his unconscious body from the surf that night while Scarlett watched from the shore, waiting to steal the credit. I signed the papers, faked a miscarriage, and vanished. I spent five years in London building an empire from nothing, raising twins who share his brooding eyes and his billion-dollar silhouette. Now, I've returned to Manhattan as the powerhouse CEO of his biggest competitor. Julian Vanderbilt thinks he can buy his way back into my life? He's about to find out that some debts are paid in ruin, not gold.”
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