After giving birth to our triplets, I was still recovering in the hospital when my husband walked into my room with his mistress beside him. She proudly carried a black Birkin bag like it was a trophy, her red nails resting on the expensive leather as if my pain was nothing more than background noise. Then Adrian threw divorce papers onto my hospital bed and smiled coldly. “Look at you… who would ever want you now?”

After giving birth to our triplets, I was still recovering in the hospital when my husband walked into my room…

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