Page 46 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

LEAH

Istand in Jack’s office, my head buzzing. I knew he’d be surprised at the paternity test results, but I didn’t expect him to run out of the room like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

He didn’t even have a word to say to me. No “I’m sorry.” No “I’m in shock.”

Nope. He just cut and ran.

But why am I surprised? Jack does what he wants when he wants it, and communicating personal issues is probably at the bottom of his priorities.

I leave his office feeling heavy. Hearing the results did nothing for my ego. I don’t feel like gloating, don’t feel like rubbing it in Jack’s face when I see him next.

Even though the truth has come out, I don’t feel like I won at all.

Trudging down the hallway, I catch sight of the balcony with all the potted trees on it. It’s empty, with everyone else probably at their desks.

Pushing the door open, I inhale the fresh air and take a seat on a bench. I don’t feel like I can possibly dive back into work right now, so it seems like as good a time as any to call my grandparents and tell them (Surprise!) I’m pregnant with triplets.

It’s a call I’ve been dreading, but I need to get it over with. I need to tell them before so much time goes by that it becomes awkward and they end up being hurt when I finally do tell them.

With shaky hands, I pull out my cellphone and call their house number.

“Hello?” my grandma answers.

“Hi, Gram,” I say in a tone far more cheerful than I actually feel right now. “How are you?”

“Oh, honey! Is everything all right?”

“Yeah. Why?” I draw my legs onto the bench and sit cross-legged. It won’t be long before I’m so pregnant and swollen I won’t be able to sit like this at all.

“You’re calling during work hours. We normally only hear from you at night.”

“I’m taking a break. Supposedly they’re good for your mental health.” I force a laugh.

“Who is it?” Grandpa asks from somewhere in their house.

“Leah!” Grandma calls back.

“Ask her how working for that asshole is going.”

“George,” she admonishes him.

“What? I know how to use the internet. He’s an asshole. Pushes all the little guys out of business.”

I sigh. Oh, Grandpa. If only he knew.

Well, he will shortly. I can’t keep what’s happening in my life a secret forever.

“Leah?” Grandma prompts. “How is work?”

I hesitate. “It’s… a lot. I actually called because I want to share some news.”

“Oh. What is it?”

I suck in a deep breath. “I’m pregnant. With triplets.”

The line goes silent.

“Did you hear me?” I chew on my bottom lip.

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