บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Runaway Bride & His Secret Triplets : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 36

The weeks after Henry's death were strange. Quiet. Peaceful. Empty. Alexander went to therapy. Lily's health improved. The triplets grew. And then, on a Sunday morning, the doorbell rang. Alexander was in the nursery. Martha was making breakfast. Lily was reading on the couch. I was nursing Nora — the smallest, the weakest, the fighter. "I'll get it," Martha said. She walked to the door. Opened it. And froze. "Who is it?" I called. No answer. "Martha?" She stepped aside. A woman stood in the doorway. Older. Grey hair. Eyes that looked familiar in a way I couldn't place. "Hello, Isabella," she said. "I'm your grandmother." --- The woman's name was Margaret. Margaret Vance. My father's mother. The woman who had disowned him when he married my mother. "I know I'm the last person you want to see," she said. "But I need to tell you something. Something about Henry. Something about the twins." "What about them?" "They're not Henry's." The room went cold. "What do you

We flew home the next day.The triplets were waiting — Eleanor screaming, Henry Jr. watching, Nora sleeping. Martha was crying. Lily was smiling."It's over," Alexander said.But even as he spoke, his phone buzzed.He looked at the screen.His face went pale."What is it?" I asked.He turned the phone toward me.A text message. From William."You think you've won. You haven't. The clone wasn't the only one. There are others. Dozens. Hidden all over the world. And they're waking up."---Alexander stared at the phone."What does he mean, 'waking up'?""The clones. They're not just in Geneva. They're everywhere. Henry's been planning this for years.""Planning what?""Immortality."The word hung in the air."That's impossible.""He was a billionaire. He had unlimited resources. He had time.""Clones don't have memories. They don't have souls. They're just... bodies.""Bodies that look like him. Sound like him. Think like him." Alexander's voice cracked. "He wanted to live forever. And h

Alexander came home three days later.He was thinner. Paler. Broken. The babies didn't recognize him. Nora cried when he tried to hold her."What happened out there?" I asked.He didn't answer.Just walked to the bedroom.Closed the door.I followed."Alexander.""I killed them.""The clones?""They weren't alive. They couldn't feel. They couldn't think.""Then why do you look like you're grieving?"He turned to face me.His eyes were red."Because they had his face. His hands. His eyes. When they fell, I watched Henry die. Fifty times. And every time —" His voice cracked. "Every time, I felt something.""What did you feel?""Grief. Regret. Love.""For Henry?""For the father I never had."---I sat beside him on the bed.Took his hand."He was a monster.""I know.""He murdered your mother.""I know.""He tried to kill our children.""I know.""Then why do you still love him?"Alexander was quiet for a long time.Then: "Because he was my father. And no matter how much I hate him, I c