I smirked. “Told her. Didn’t I? Told her to be a good fucking girl. Told her I allow her to exist.”

But then—

Then I walked into my office.

Just to grab a file. Nothing big.

Until I opened my desk drawer.

And saw it. A folded sonogram.

Black and white. Unmistakable.

Triplets.

Triplets.

Three. Three goddamn heirs.

My drink slipped from my fingers.

Shattered on the floor like my fucking soul.

“What the—” I snatched the sonogram, eyes locked on those tiny forms. “No. No. No, no, no—”

And then I saw it.