Page 49 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

Closing my eyes, I sit on the floor, my back against the wall. I don’t want to feel sorry for myself or these babies. After all, with the child support, we’re now set for life. I should be grateful.

And yet I can’t help but think about what we don’t have. A loving partner to hold my hair back when I’m sick and to be by my side to welcome these babies into the world.

A man who will rock them to sleep and teach them to ride bikes when they get older. Someone dependable that they can always count on.

I know how it feels to grow up without a dad, how it leaves you wondering if you’re not good enough and that’s why he left.

But I won’t let my children feel that way. I’ll be everything they need and more. I’ll be their rock, their protector, and their guide. And maybe, just maybe, someday they’ll have a father figure in their lives.

But for now, I’ll focus on the present. I’ll take care of myself and my babies. I’ll make sure they have everything they need, and I’ll give them all the love in the world.

Standing up, I wipe away my tears and straighten my back. I won’t let Jack ruin our lives. We’ll be just fine without him.

This may not be the path that I chose, but it’ll be the path that I excel at.

CHAPTER18

JACK

Ipump my arms, pushing my legs further, faster. The numbers on the treadmill tick upwards. I’m nearly to my record time for five miles.

An image of Leah flashes in front of my mind. Standing in my office, not one bit surprised at the paternity test results.

She probably thought I was the world’s biggest asshole, but in what universe would I ever think that my vasectomy could fail? I had one of the best doctors in the country perform it, and he promised me it was solid.

Killing the treadmill, I get off it with shaky legs and grab my water.

Leah has no right to judge me for the way I reacted. Especially not since she’ll be receiving millions yearly from me until the triplets are eighteen.

Ourtriplets.

Fuck. This is insane, like a nightmare I keep waiting to wake up from.

I shouldn’t even be thinking of these babies as “ours.” They’re Leah’s. Since she hasn’t said anything otherwise, I assume she intends on keeping them. And that’s her choice. There’s no need for her to drag me into the matter.

Grabbing a towel, I wipe the sweat from my face and walk across my home gym.

But as much as I try to convince myself that I don’t care about the triplets, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m missing out on something important. That I’m letting Leah and the babies down.

I punch the punching bag with a force that makes my knuckles throb.

Maybe I should reach out to her, try to make amends. It’s not like I can just ignore the fact that I have three children out there. I should at least be a part of their lives.

But then again, what kind of father would I be? I have no interest in chasing rug rats around. I don’t have the patience or the time to deal with babies.

The mere thought of it makes me break out in a cold sweat. Even if I were to see them, I’d probably end up making their lives worse. Just like my dad did with mine.

Sitting on a weight bench, I run my hands over my face. I need to shake this situation off, and I don’t know how to.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and see a text from Owen.

Choosing to ignore it, I put my phone on silent and slip it back into my pocket. It’s way past work hours, and if it’s something related to Leadsom Inc, then he’ll get in touch with me on my home phone.

Leaving the gym, I strip off my clothes as I walk down the hallway. By the time I reach the bathroom, I’m naked and ready to hop into the shower.

The hot water beats down on my back, washing away the sweat and grime from my run. As I let my mind wander, the triplets and Leah return.

What will they look like? Me at all? Or all Leah?

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