The Triplets That I Carried Turned Out to Be Not Mine

Meanwhile, I immediately sent the second boy to the TV station for Sally to sign for. And lastly, I brought the girl home so that Mrs. Moore could see the ‘surprise’ once she woke up.

After sending the triplets, I eventually felt relieved and fell into bed. Although my belly was empty, my heart also felt empty. It left me with a deep sense of loss.

The doctor explained that I felt down because my progesterone levels hadn’t recovered. He insisted that I had to get some rest to recover, just in case I became depressed during the postpartum period. Depression could slow my recovery.

I absolutely could not let that happen to me. Besides, I realized that I still had a tough battle ahead. That was a new life. It wasn’t the ending I had hoped for.

It was not enough!

I forced myself to get it together, getting wheeled to the ward to recover. Once a few days had passed, I felt much better. However, the scars on my belly stayed. It became a constant reminder.

My phone was bombarded with calls from Robbie and the others. There were countless messages that came in. All of them urgently demanded to know what had happened.

Robbie’s concern vanished, replaced by endless anger and, between the lines, a heartache for Yvonne.

"Do you have any idea how critical that performance was to Yvonne? She’s such a soft-hearted woman. Why did you come up with this to scare her? She could have had a perfect ending, but you ruined it for her."

"Vera, what the hell are you doing? Since you already knew about my company’s partnership with Yvonne, why are you going to her directly? Why did you scare her? I kept it from you for your own good because I was afraid you’d get angry."

For my own good?

I just laughed in fury.

For my well-being, Robbie hid it from me on purpose?

My guess was that he still had no idea who the boy that I sent was or the fact that I underwent an abortion, from what he said. Robbie only thought that I was mad because he was flirting with Yvonne.

So, I refused to pay attention to him while I focused on cutting off from them.

When the Moore Family members learned they had each received a dead baby with two boys and one girl that matched the genders of their babies, they were enraged. In an instant, they felt something was off. All of them started to look for me like crazy.

But I already hid my existence for a while under a false identity when I was staying in the private hospital. My plan was to recover and give them the taste of their own medicine at the same time.

Since they were unable to call the police, they spent all their resources looking for me. The family was desperate to turn the whole city upside down. By the time the private hospital was finally forced to hand me over to the police, I had already recovered.

My figure came back to normal because my hormone levels had steadied in one month. I had already changed my clothes, packed my belongings and come to him with a new appearance the moment Robbie was rushed by the police into the hospital ward.

"Vera, I finally found you. Are you okay … "

With a hoarse voice, Robbie called out to me.

However, he stood stunned when he saw me, as his face went pale.

"Vera?"

I smiled at him and asked teasingly, "Why don’t you call me sweetie anymore?"

"How could this happen? Where have you been this past month? Why didn’t you contact me? Do you know how worried I am about you? Our whole family is frantic. My dad even dropped all his work abroad to come back and deal with this. He finally managed to find you!"

His eyes went red with excitement as he slowly lowered his gaze. When he took a glance at my belly, his pupils turned wide.

"Vera, where … where are the bumps?!"