Leaving My Billionaire Husband with My Triplets

On our anniversary, I had planned to surprise him with the pregnancy test I’d been hiding for days—proof that after four years of waiting, I finally carried Arthur’s children. Not one, but three little lives growing inside me.

But just as I lifted my hand to knock on the door, the muffled sound of laughter and voices froze me in place.

“Are you really still dragging Diana around, Arthur? She’s so dull, she doesn’t even suit you.”

“Diana is harmless. She’s desperate to please me, and keeping her around isn’t a loss,” Arthur’s deep voice replied casually, followed by the clink of glasses.