Elegantly Wasted

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

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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The woman stepped limping, tired of crying all day, sweat wetting all over her body.

Weak. With all her might she approached the telephone set located at the end of the living room, her hands shaking pressing number after number then placing the handle on his earlobe.

"Van, can you come here?” The woman spoke a little hoarse.

"Nick, what's wrong with you?” there's a woman's voice there.

“Help me, Van, I'm not strong enough.”

“Wait.” The phone was disconnected.

The woman put the receiver back on, then sat down leaning against the wall near the table. The crying broke out again. Her hands rubbed her flat stomach.

"I'm sorry, Baby," she said.

She smiled bitterly, squeezing her chest that hurt so much, the events of an hour ago made her world collapse instantly.

Knock Knock Knock ...

The door of the house was wide open, showing a woman with a distended stomach from behind the door.

"Nicky, what's wrong with you?” The woman approached Nikcy, helped her best friend to stand up, then helped her sit on the sofa seat.

Nicky's voice broke again. “It hurts, Van ...," she said as she sobbed.

The woman gently stroked Nicky's hair, trying to calm her down. “Tell me, what is it exactly?”

Nicky took a deep breath, sobbing as she said, “I'm pregnant, Van.”

Vanilla smiled broadly, her friend's long wait now coming to a happy end. “Really, thank God ...”

"But Jackson left me, Vanilla," Nicky said, breaking into tears again.

Vanilla's face changed, her smile faded. “You mean?”

“He cheated on me, Van.”

As if struck by lightning during the day, seeing Nicky's tearful cry tear Vanilla's heart to pieces, she carries Nicky in her arms, trying to give him peace.

”My father-in-law came to get him and Melvin, he told me that Jackson had another wife and was six months pregnant, " Nicky said.

Vanilla was silent, her hands still faithfully stroking Nicky's hair and back, without realizing her tears were flowing.

“Have you informed your family?”

Nicky shook her head. “I still hope Jackson comes back to me, Van.”

Vanilla nodded her head. “He has to come back, Nick, he has to choose you. This is your long wait of ten years.”

“He must be back, right, Van?”

“Hopefully, I'm sure he'll come back.”

Month after month passed by Nicky Zevionna alone, she still often cries over her fate now. The man she had been waiting for did not return home.

Sometimes Vanilla came to her aid when she was in pain, bought her milk, and took care of Nicky when morning sickness struck suddenly, also drove her to check the womb to the hospital.

Vanilla stopped caring for her because she had just given birth to her first child.

Vanilla's happiness is Nicky's happiness too. "He's so handsome," praised Nicky as she stroked the baby boy's cheek plan in a Vanilla hug.

“If you give birth to a daughter later, how about we match our children?"asked Vanilla.

"Good idea, Nicky's daughter must be beautiful like her mother," said a baritone voice who had just come to bring two glasses of chocolate milk and then put them on the table.

“This is for Vanilla and this is for you, Nicky. Do not confuse, one for pregnant women and another for nursing mothers.”

The two women chuckled softly then drank each other's milk.

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