Dear Ex-Husband, The Quadruplets Are Mine

Patricia’s POVBy breakfast the next morning, it already felt like I was the guest.I walked down the stairs around eight o'clock, expecting the house to be quiet like it usually was before Maverick left for the office. Instead, the smell of fresh coffee and cooked pastries hit me before I even reached the bottom step.When I stepped into the kitchen, Darbie was already standing behind the island, wearing one of Maverick's oversized white button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled up. She was laughing as she poured coffee into a mug, totally at home in my space.Maverick was sitting at the breakfast table, his laptop open, but his eyes were on her. I had not seen him look that relaxed in months."Oh, good morning, Patricia!" Darbie called out, giving me a bright, cheerful smile like she was the hostess welcoming a late visitor. "I hope we didn't wake you. I just knew Maverick needed his double espresso with two sugars before his nine o'clock meeting, so I made it for him."My fingers

Patricia’s POVI thought the worst day of my life had already happened.I was wrong.I dragged my single black suitcase down the long, quiet driveway of the Anderson mansion, the heavy iron gates shutting behind me with a loud metal click. I didn't look back at the massive house once, even though the cold night rain was already soaking through my coat and plastering my hair to my face.Everything I had known for the last five years was gone in less than an hour. My marriage, my home, and the entire future I had spent years imagining in my head had completely vanished into thin air.I was walking down the long access road toward the main street to call a cab, my body numb, when a sudden, violent wave of dizziness hit me right in the head.The wet pavement seemed to tilt sideways under my boots. My chest felt tight, a sharp wave of hot nausea washing over my throat so fast I couldn't breathe.My legs completely gave out, and I collapsed onto the cold asphalt, my knees hitting the ground