The Billionaire's Scorned Ex-Wife and His Lost Triplets

“T-triplets?” Luna stammered before collapsing into the armchair in the doctor’s office, her eyes wide and her face completely pale.The doctor’s words echoed in her mind as if coming from far away: “Three healthy babies. You’re a lucky woman.”Lucky? That felt like a cruel joke from fate.The weight of the past few weeks came crashing down on her all at once. Her legs trembled, and her chest tightened. Three babies. Alone. In a strange city, without friends, without money, without anyone.The tears came before she could stop them. It wasn’t just fear, it was a deep, silent despair that consumed her from within.Since the day she fled her old city, Luna had been surviving, not living. She slept in shelters, walked for hours on foot, and begged for silence and invisibility. Until one night, she stopped in front of a food stand and saw on the TV what she had never wanted to see: Ethan smiling at the altar, next to Amara, making vows of love. He had turned his wedding into a grand specta

Standing once again in front of the man she had loved for so many years, the man she had promised herself she would never tell the truth to, made her feel weak. Even worse was hearing her heartbeat, racing uncontrollably as she looked into the eyes of her ex-husband after six years.But Luna didn’t intend to talk about the past. There was a disturbing emptiness in her expression that made Ethan’s doubts intensify. There was something different about his ex-wife, something that unsettled him and nearly drove him mad.Grace was more beautiful now. She was far from the failure of a woman he once thought she would become.“Ask your men to leave so we can talk.” Her voice was stronger than it had been when Ethan first met her.“You’re in no position to ask me for anything.” The brutality in his voice didn’t scare Luna, and she didn’t flinch.Realizing Luna wouldn’t give up easily, he rolled his eyes. He hated the feeling of defeat every time he lost an argument, but he was so curious to kn

While Ethan took his time deciding whether he would search for the triplets or finally accept his role as a father, Luna waited outside the building, standing beneath the shade of a tree, watching the slow movement of the city streets. No matter how much she tried to escape the memories of the past, every stone in that place reminded her of the hard times she had lived.Flashes of her childhood flooded Luna’s mind, few moments of happiness while her parents were still alive. She could still remember the sweet scent of her mother’s long hair and the deep tone of her father’s voice. But after someone murdered them, their life blurred into a mess of painful scars, until Ethan came and saved them.He had looked like a hero on a white horse, ready to rescue her. She still recalled the wave of relief she felt when she married him. She thought she would finally be happy again, but things didn’t go as she had hoped.The memories tangled with her pain. Boris, the cruel uncle who took her in af