All Chapters of The Billionaire's Triplet: Resurrection Of The Scorned Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

101Nicodemo HarringtonThis was total bullshit. This was a total betrayal of Brianna and even her family. How could I be so incredibly cruel?“It is true, Nico. This is your baby,” Mom whispered.No. She didn't get it. I couldn't accept this. It didn't make any sense. It wasn't right or logical. This was pure madness. How could she let Brenda come here with this child right when my wife had just been declared dead?I shot to my feet, my legs already carrying me past Brenda before anyone could stop me.“Baby,” Mom called after me, her voice echoing down the corridor. “Nicodemo.”I wouldn't dare answer her. I needed air. I needed some fresh air from the outside. I needed immediate space from anything that had to do with any single one of them.How could Mom, of all people, be in on this? The entire hallway became a blur as I shoved my way out of the hospital doors. The fresh, natural air hit my face, and I inhaled it greedily all at once.Gripping my fingers tightly into my hair, I cou

103Nicodemo HarringtonMom handed the baby over to Brenda as Dad was already rounding his own car, walking toward me. It didn't take a genius to know he was coming over to give me one of his typical, stupid parental pep talks. He was playing the part of the good father, ironically enough.“Nicodemo.” I turned to face him fully, masking every ounce of rage building inside me. “Son.” He reached my side, his hand coming over my shoulder as he gripped me there firmly. “You can do this. Don't overthink it, and don't doubt yourself. What happened with your ex-wife wasn't your fault. It was just unavoidable.”Ex-wife? I forced myself to swallow a bitter snort. He couldn't even show her enough respect to say her actual name.“There was nothing anyone could have done. You stepped out for a moment, it all happened while you weren't there, case closed. It wasn't your fault, not even a tiny fraction of it, so don't beat yourself up over it.”What an incredible speech. I had always suspected my p

105Nicodemo HarringtonI let the water run, washing over me as if it could wash away the misery my life had become. I stayed under it anyway, letting it drench me one last time before I turned it off, stepping out of the bathroom. I grabbed a towel, draping it over my head to dry my hair roughly.My feet carried me back into the bedroom. With a swift look around, I saw Brenda was no longer there, her scent gone with her. I turned toward the vanity to grab my phone, my eyes landing on the screen, noting how much time Kariana had already wasted.I dried my thumb on the towel and swiped the screen back to where I left off, my fingers already moving across the keyboard.“What is taking you forever, miss? Where are you?” I didn't get to send it before a gentle knock came through the door. I just knew by instinct it was Kariana. Dropping the phone back on the vanity, I turned. “Come in.” Tying the towel securely around my waist into a tight knot, I folded my arms over my chest, eyes pinned

107Nicodemo Harrington“Ready?” I typed hastily, my thumb hovering over the screen.“Darling, found a name for the baby yet?” Mom asked, turning her sharp gaze toward Brenda.I looked at Brenda, but she just stared back at Mom, completely frozen. It was like the cat completely had her tongue.“No, we haven't,” I answered for her, stepping into the silence. “But we will. I will. I already have one in mind.”Mom’s mouth opened and closed in pure frustration. “What do you mean, honey? You can't just come up with the baby's name by yourself. You're supposed to do it together, the both of you, as parents. Not just you.”As parents. That phrase tasted like absolute shit in my mouth.“I asked you if your dad and I should handle it,” Mom continued, her voice tightening. “It would have been much easier if you'd just let us. Now the ceremony has started and you haven't even chosen a name. Do you have anything standard in mind?”“Blue,” I blurted out. “We'll name him Blue.”Brenda and Mom gave

109Nicodemo Harrington“Jeremy, you foul-mouthed bastard.”I didn't even know when and where my knuckles connected on his face, and I didn't care. The crowd's breath hitched collectively as nearly every eye in the room snapped toward us.“One more word about my wife,” I snarled, my voice vibrating with pure rage, “and your teeth will drop to the floor.”“Nicodemo Harrington,” Dad hissed under his breath.I completely ignored him, refusing to look his way as he started towards us, or acknowledge a single soul in the room. My eyes remained locked on Jeremy, blazing with fury. The idiot recomposed himself remarkably fast, a stupid, smug smile twisting right back onto his face. Yeah, let him say another word against my wife. A body would be dropping tonight, and it wouldn't be mine.I felt a firm presence shift behind me before Dad’s figure settled right at my side, visible only through my peripheral vision. “What is going on here, Nicodemo?”“Ask your useless son,” I snapped, not breaki