Page 52 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

So far, it looks like the new launch is a success — if you’re just looking at the numbers and the amount of press.

But something is lacking. The personal touch that I originally designed the app with isn’t there.

The new design, which was the one I just hated the least, is cold and stark. The ease of use is there, but there’s nothing warm and welcoming about the app.

Worst of all, Jack took away the on-call help that I used to have available. Now users have to send a message and wait for someone to get back to them.

But why should I expect otherwise? Jack said that feature was a waste of money.

Sighing, I put my phone face down on my desk and sit back in my chair. A second later, it beeps with a text.

Picking it back up, I find a link from my grandfather.

This house is for rent in town,he says. Real cute.Thought of you and the babies.

I smile. He’s still trying to get me to move closer to them, and while that won’t be happening, his persistence is sweet.

Just to humor him, I click on the link. Up pops a listing for a cheerful yellow cottage with a white picket fence and an abundant garden in the front.

Unexpectedly, my breath catches. I flick through the photos, taking in the sunny rooms and quaint décor. It’s not like the sleek, modern apartment I’m used to, but there’s something comforting about the thought of living in a place like this.

I imagine setting up the nursery in the cozy second bedroom and watching the kids play in the garden.

The rent is ridiculously low compared to Olympus City. So low that it has me thinking about what else I could get in my grandparents’ town.

I could go ahead and buy a house. That would be an amazing investment to make.

But then reality hits me like a bucket of ice water. This is not my life. I have a successful career, and I’m not going to give it up for some fantasy of domesticity.

I push the phone away and try to focus on work, but my mind keeps wandering.

Maybe it’s time to rethink my grandparents’ desire for me to move closer to them. It’s crazy that I’m even considering this, but some days I feel painfully close to throwing in the towel.

Except I don’t want to leave GourmetGlobal. Not really.

Maybe there’s an in-between. Maybe working remotely wouldn’t be the disaster I’ve imagined. After all, it’s not like being here in the office every day has led to getting what I want.

My eyes drift to the clock on the wall, and I jump. Is it really already ten thirty?

Shit! I have a prenatal appointment starting in fifteen minutes — and it’s thirty minutes across town!

Letting out a string of curses, I grab my purse and run out the door. Today is my first ultrasound, and it’s the only thing I’ve been looking forward to for the last few weeks.

And yet, thanks to the relaunch, I just got completely distracted. Here’s hoping they can still get me in even if I am late.

In the parking garage, I sprint my way to my car, every second feeling precious.

As I reach the car, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I insert the key into the ignition and turn it, but nothing happens. I try again, but still, nothing.

Panic sets in as I realize that I’m going to miss my appointment. This was supposed to be the day I finally see my babies’ faces, and now it’s ruined.

“No.” With a moan, I let my head drop against the steering wheel.

Okay. This isn’t completely ruined. I can still come back from this. I’ll just order a car.

Fumbling for my phone, I pull up my rideshare app. The closest driver is ten minutes away.

“Ten minutes?” I yell at the phone.

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