Chapter Two

Kate Pov

I sat in one of the most luxurious clubs until nightfall, when the place truly came alive. Before me were two bottles of alcohol, and I was drowning myself in sorrow. For the past three years of my marriage, I had been entirely faithful to that bastard. I wouldn't even let any man flirt with me, let alone cheat. I trusted him blindly, yet he shattered my heart like it was nothing.

The more I drank, the more I hoped to forget my pain, but the alcohol seemed useless. The naked image of Melissa and Lucas kept replaying in my mind like a haunting nightmare.

Anger flared within me, and I suddenly stood, my eyes scanning the crowd of dancing bodies. A reckless thought crossed my mind—I needed to pick a random man and have a one-night stand. After all, I was now divorced and single again.

My gaze landed on a tall man entering a room, and without thinking, I ran toward him. Before the door could close, I slipped inside.

Leaning on him immediately, I used my left hand to shut the door behind me. In a swift motion, my lips devoured his, desperate and urgent. It took a moment before he responded, but when he did, the passion intensified.

In the heat of the moment, I pulled off my clothes quickly, helping him remove his shirt. Within seconds, I was beneath him on the bed, moaning as he thrust deep inside me.

It was an exhilarating and exhausting moment, lasting for half an hour. When we both reached satisfaction, we collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

A few hours later, I woke up and saw the man sleeping in the dimly lit room. The lights had been off since I barged in earlier, so I hadn't even gotten a good look at him.

"This man is really good," I mumbled, pulling out a few dollar bills from my purse. Placing the money in his palm, I ensured he was paid—even though he was still asleep.

Then, I carefully slipped out of the room, not wanting to wake him.

Leaving Silvercrest was my only option. I took a train to a small city, hoping to start a new, simpler life. Staying in Silvercrest would only bring me more trauma. Lucas was too powerful, and if he found out I had dared to divorce him, he might try to ruin me. It was safer to disappear.

A few weeks later, suspicion crept into my mind. I had been experiencing morning sickness. At first, I dismissed it, reminding myself that I had been with Lucas for three years and never conceived. I was barren—at least, that's what Lucas had told me. That was my fate.

I had longed for a child, for that maternal connection, but it seemed I wasn't blessed with that.

However, I received the greatest shock of my life when a hospital visit confirmed I was three weeks pregnant.

How could this be possible?

Overjoyed, I embraced the news, but as months passed, I noticed something strange—my belly was growing bigger than normal. It was unsettling. Could I even be carrying a human child? Why was my stomach protruding so much?

Nine months later, I endured an excruciating labor. It was long and painful, and I could feel something being released from me over and over again.

When the ordeal was over, I shut my eyes tightly, praying that what came out of me was at least one healthy baby.

A few seconds later, I opened my eyes. My heart nearly stopped.

Two doctors and four female nurses stood in the room, each holding a newborn baby. Their faces were filled with joy.

I blinked rapidly. Was I hallucinating?

"Sorry… are these my babies?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes!" they all chorused cheerfully.

I couldn’t believe my ears. My mind screamed that this had to be a dream.

How could someone like me—someone called barren—have all these babies?

I started counting, my hands trembling.

"One… two… three… four… five…" I paused, rubbing my eyes. "Six?"

"Six babies?" I repeated, barely able to process the words.

"Yes! Congratulations!"

Tears of joy spilled down my cheeks as I cupped my face in disbelief. I had never imagined such a blessing.

Gathering my strength, I sat upright. "Let me have them," I whispered.

One by one, my babies were placed in my arms. I kissed each of their tiny foreheads, overwhelmed with love and gratitude.

Just a few months ago, I had experienced the worst day of my life. Today, I was living the best.

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Six years later, I sat on a long wooden stool and called out, "Nathan! Jason! Liam!"

Three handsome boys ran toward me, their bright smiles lighting up my world. Their clothes weren’t extravagant, but their identical features made them stand out. They were breathtakingly handsome.

"Come here," I gestured for them to move closer. As they stood around me, I ruffled their hair affectionately. "Go call your sisters."

"Emma!" Nathan shouted.

"Chloe!" Liam called.

"Sophia!" Jason added.

Three beautiful girls appeared, their long hair flowing as they ran toward me. Their identical features were mesmerizing. Though young, they were undeniably stunning.

Over the years, I had done my best to raise them well. We laughed together, learned together, and when necessary, I disciplined them. The love between me and my six children was unbreakable.

No one was there to tell me "well done" for raising six kids alone for six years. But I didn't need anyone’s validation.

I stood from the stool and sat on the grassy ground instead, motioning for the children to gather around me. "We’re leaving for Silvercrest tomorrow."

"Why, Mom?" Nathan immediately asked.

"The schools here aren’t of high quality," I explained. "This place is peaceful, but I want you all to receive a better education and experience life in the city."

"But Mom," Jason hesitated, "didn't you tell us there are wicked people in silvercrest?"

The kids had once asked why we lived in the village, and I had told them I used to live in Silvercrest but had to hide here from some wicked people who wanted to hurt me.

"Won't they hurt you, Mom?" Emma asked in her tiny, angelic voice.

I smiled. "I have six of you around me. Do you think anyone can hurt me?"

Nathan rolled up his sleeve, flexing his small muscles. "That's right! If anyone tries to hurt Mom, they’ll get a punch in the face!"

"Yes!" Liam stood, raising his arms in the air. "I’m strong! No one will dare hurt Mom!"

"Mum named us Nathan, Jason, and Liam because she believes we’re powerful boys, right?" Jason added proudly. "Don’t worry, Mom. We’ll always protect you!"

The three girls simply nodded. Though they were the same age as their brothers, they weren’t as physically strong. But they always felt safe around them. In the village, no one dared to mess with the girls because they knew how protective their brothers were.

"Yes, I trust Nathan, Jason, and Liam!" Chloe said with a grin.

Emma and Sophia remained quiet, but their confidence in their brothers was evident.

I smiled warmly at my children.

"Mum, we’ll get to see Dad too, right?" Liam suddenly asked.

All six children stared at me, waiting for my answer.

I had once told them their father was in Silvercrest, but even I couldn’t recognize him anymore. It had been six years, and Silvercrest was a massive city. Besides, he was just a man—I doubted I would ever cross paths with him again.

But I didn’t want to crush my children’s hopes.

"Yes," I answered softly.

They erupted in joy, bouncing excitedly. Their eagerness to go to Silvercrest had just doubled. Now, they were not only excited for a new life—but also the chance to finally meet their father.