But Daniel’s world had stopped.
He stared at the children again.
Triplets.
His children.
“How is that possible?” he asked hoarsely.
Emma looked away.
“You left before I could tell you.”
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Daniel’s mind raced back five years.
Back when he had been struggling to build his company.
Back when he and Emma had been living in a tiny apartment, arguing constantly about money and the future.
He had been obsessed with success.
She had wanted stability.
The arguments had grown worse.
Until one night he walked out, convinced that he needed freedom to chase his dreams.
He never looked back.
And now…
Now three little boys stood in front of him with his eyes.
Daniel ran a hand through his hair.
“You were pregnant?”
Emma nodded slowly.
“I found out two weeks after you left.”
“Why didn’t you contact me?”
Emma let out a soft, bitter laugh.
“I tried.”
Daniel froze.
“I called you. I sent messages. But your number changed.”
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