Mummy, Why Don't We Have A Dad? Triplets Of The Unknown

“Dad, please… I really don’t know who he was—ah!”

The slap came fast and hard.

Valentina Devereux stumbled to the side, her vision blurring as a sharp sting spread across her cheek. For a moment, she couldn’t even process what had just happened. Her ears rang, her breath caught somewhere between her chest and throat.

The man standing in front of her was not just anyone.

He was her father.

The same man who once carried her on his shoulders, who called her his pride, his perfect daughter.

And now… he looked at her like she was nothing.

“Victor, stop this! She’s your child!” her grandmother cried, rushing forward and pulling Valentina into her arms.

But General Victor Devereux did not stop.

His presence alone filled the room with fear. Years in the military had carved authority into his bones, and tonight, that authority had turned into something far more terrifying.

“What have you done?” his voice thundered, each word cutting deeper than the last. “Tell me, Valentina, what kind of shame have you brought into this house?”

Valentina’s lips trembled. Her hands instinctively moved to her stomach, fingers pressing lightly against it as if trying to protect what lay within.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I thought I knew who I was with. I thought it was—”

“Enough!” he roared.

His hand shot forward, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at him.

“I have searched everywhere,” he said through clenched teeth. “Every guest at that event. Every connection. Every man who could have been involved. And not one of them claims responsibility.”

Her heart dropped.

“I don’t know,” she said again, softer this time, as tears spilled freely down her face. “I woke up and he was still asleep. I panicked. I left. I didn’t even see his face clearly…”

A bitter silence followed her words.

Then came a soft, almost gentle voice from behind.

“Father, please don’t be too hard on her.”

Valentina stiffened.

Camille stepped forward, her expression filled with what looked like concern, but her eyes told a different story.

“If I had stayed with her that night, maybe this wouldn’t have happened,” she continued, lowering her gaze as if ashamed. “I shouldn’t have let her go alone.”

Valentina’s fingers curled into her dress.

Liar.

It was Camille who handed her the keycard.

Camille who smiled and insisted she take it.

Camille who made sure everything went exactly as planned.

Valentina had only wanted to surprise her boyfriend that night. She had trusted her stepsister without a second thought.

But the moment she walked into that hotel room, everything went wrong.

She remembered the scent of alcohol. The dim lights. The unfamiliar weight beside her when she woke.

And the realization that shattered her world.

It wasn’t him.

It was never him.

“Stay out of this,” General Devereux snapped. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

His gaze returned to Valentina, colder than before.

“This is her disgrace to carry.”

“Dad, please,” Valentina cried, her voice cracking under the weight of everything she could no longer hold in. “I didn’t know. I thought it was Sebastian—”

Her words faltered, fear gripping her as her father’s expression darkened further.

“Regardless of what you thought,” he said sharply, “you are pregnant with a child whose father you cannot even name.”

The room felt smaller.

Heavier.

Like the walls themselves were closing in on her.

“What do you expect me to do now?” he demanded. “How do I face the world knowing my daughter has brought this shame upon our family?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry…”

A quiet scoff broke through the tension.

“Sorry won’t fix this,” Catherine said, stepping forward with a look of clear disdain. “Do you have any idea what people will say? For all we know, that man could be anyone. A criminal. A married man. Someone who will ruin us even further if his identity comes out.”

“Enough,” the General snapped, his patience wearing thin. “I did not ask for your input.”

Then he turned back to Valentina.

For a brief second, something flickered in his eyes.

Pain.

Disappointment.

Then it was gone.

“You’ve embarrassed this family,” he said, his voice low but unforgiving. “Everything I’ve built, everything this name stands for… you’ve dragged it through the mud.”

Valentina’s chest tightened painfully.

“Please, Dad… I can fix this. I’ll find a way. Just don’t send me away,” she begged, her voice trembling with desperation.

For a moment, there was silence.

A moment where hope almost dared to rise.

Then he spoke.

“Leave.”

The word hit harder than anything else.

Valentina blinked, unsure she had heard him right.

“Dad…?”

“I said leave!” his voice rose again, final and absolute. “Get out of this house and do not come back until you understand what you’ve done.”

Her grandmother gasped. “Victor, she’s pregnant. You cannot throw her out like this!”

“I can and I will,” he replied coldly. “She made her choice. Now she lives with it.”

Valentina shook her head slowly, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

“This is my home,” she whispered.

“Not anymore.”

The finality in his voice broke something inside her.

Before she could say another word, he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door.

“Dad, please—”

The doors opened.

Cold wind rushed in.

And the next second, she was outside.

The rain poured heavily, soaking her within moments. The large doors slammed shut behind her, cutting her off completely.

Valentina stood there, frozen.

Her body trembled, but she couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or the pain tearing through her chest.

Slowly, her hands moved to her stomach.

Her breath hitched.

Her doctor’s words echoed in her mind.

Not one.

Not two.

Three.

Three tiny lives growing inside her.

Depending on her.

Alone.

A broken sob escaped her lips as she sank to her knees, the rain mixing with her tears.

“Dad…” she whispered weakly.

But no one came.

Minutes turned into hours.

She stayed there, hoping… praying the doors would open again.

They never did.

At some point, she looked up toward the windows.

And there they were.

Catherine.

Camille.

Watching.

Smiling.

Her heart clenched painfully.

How had she been so blind?

“Miss Valentina…”

A gentle voice called from behind her.

She turned slowly to see the old family driver holding an umbrella over her.

“Your grandmother asked me to take you somewhere safe,” he said softly.

Valentina didn’t argue.

She didn’t have the strength to.

As she rose to her feet, one last glance fell on the house behind her.

The place she once called home.

The place that had just rejected her.

By morning, she was gone.

Leaving behind her name.

Her past.

And the life she would never return to.

She didn’t know what awaited her next.

But one thing was certain.

Nothing would ever be the same again.