One Pregnancy, Three Secrets: He Begs for Remarriage

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I signed the divorce papers to end my two-year loveless marriage to billionaire Julian Sinclair. Hours later, I found out I was pregnant-with triplets. Then my family's company was raided. Our assets were frozen. And I was violently kidnapped off the streets of Manhattan. For six months, I was locked in a damp underground clinic, chained to a cold metal bed. When labor came, there were no painkillers. No help. Just agony. I delivered three babies. But before I could even hold my sons, Julian's mistress, Kaila Walker, walked in with a smile. She reached past the doctor and took my strongest boy-my firstborn-right out of his hands. "He's my ticket to the Sinclair fortune," she said. "You were just the incubator." Then she locked the door and left me to bleed out in the dark with my two remaining children. I didn't understand the cruelty. Why destroy my family? Why steal my son? Why bury me alive just so she could take my place beside a man who had already thrown me away like garbage? But as I looked at my two fragile, sleeping babies in the dim light, my tears dried up. The despair turned to something colder. Sharper. A predator's rage. Five years later, I stepped off a private jet in New York-no longer the discarded wife. I reclaimed my family's pharmaceutical empire as CEO. I built an army in silence. And when I saw Julian and Kaila smiling on the financial news, I calmly turned off the screen. It was time to get my son back. And burn their perfect world to the ground.