MR LU BIGSHOT WIFE IS A MYSTERY

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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B City.

The man's hand never let go as they walked out of the civil affairs office.

Mo Nuan looked at the marriage certificate with their photos on it, still feeling it was unreal, like a dream.

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became. "Mr. Lu, you're not divorced, are you? Or do you have some hidden illness?"

Given his incredible looks, women would surely flock to him.

She really couldn't understand why he was still unmarried in his early thirties and why he chose her, an ordinary woman. It didn't make sense.

Lu Chen paused, pursing his lips. "Isn't it a bit late to be thinking about that? Your name is already in my spouse column. Do you want to be a divorced woman?"

Mo Nuan had done the most unbelievable thing in her life, and now her whole body was tense, her mind in a fog, unable to think clearly.

Hearing his answer, she nearly choked.

Impulsiveness is the devil. She must have lost her mind today to inexplicably get a marriage certificate with a man she had known for less than a day!

However, on the path she chose, she had to walk, even if on her knees.

As if seeing through her worries, Lu Chen said, "Mrs. Lu, put away those wild thoughts and worries. I won't engage in domestic violence, I won't have affairs, and I'm not divorced. As for the hidden illness, I don't mind proving it with actions in the future."

Mo Nuan's face turned red. This man really knew how to be righteously shameless!

Wait a minute.

"What did you just call me?" She seemed to have heard "Mrs. Lu" just now.

"Mrs. Lu. Did I call you wrong?" The corners of the man's mouth lifted slightly.

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