The billionaire sees his black ex-wife again at a luxury restaurant—along with triplets who look like her…
A powerful tycoon discovers he has three children he never knew existed—and is forced to come to terms with his past, balancing his financial empire with the possibility of finally becoming a father.
Christopher Langston stood at the window of his penthouse office, gazing out at the city spread out below him. Everything he saw seemed to belong to him—or so he wanted to believe.
At 45, he had more money than he could spend in three lifetimes.
His company, Langston Enterprises, was worth billions. The gossip magazines called him “the most eligible bachelor in the country.” Yet, that evening, something was different.
“Mr. Langston?” the voice of his assistant, Barbara, sounded at the door.
“The reservation at LeBlanc is in an hour, and the board members are already arriving.”
Chris adjusted his expensive tie and picked up his jacket. Another evening, another business dinner. This was his life: meetings, contracts, and more meetings. And he liked it that way.
Or at least that’s what he told himself.
—Thank you, Barbara. You can go home.
He smiled at the assistant who had worked with him for fifteen years and probably knew him better than anyone. She hesitated in the doorway.
—There’s one more thing, sir. A letter arrived for you today—from Carter and Associates. Chris… from Carter.
A name he hadn’t heard in years. A name he’d tried so hard to forget.
—Leave it on the desk, please—he said with feigned indifference.
But his heart was pounding. When Barbara left, Chris took the envelope in his hands. He didn’t even have to open it to know who had sent it.
Jasmine Carter.
His ex-wife.
The woman he’d loved more than anything—before his ambition destroyed everything.
Memories washed over him:
The studio apartment where they first lived. Her laugh.
The coffee he brought her every morning in bed.
The arguments that started out of nowhere and quickly escalated.
The day she left crying, saying she could no longer compete with his hunger for success.
„Not now,” he whispered and slipped the letter into the drawer.
He had a dinner to honor. Important people were waiting for him.
The restaurant was exactly as you’d expect from one of the most exclusive in the city: crystal chandeliers, soft music, waiters who moved unobtrusively.
Chris sat at the head of the table, laughing at jokes he wasn’t amused by and talking to people he barely knew.
„And I told him his actions aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on!” said Harold, a member of the board. The others forced laughter.
That’s when Chris saw her.
Three tables away. As beautiful as the day they’d met. Her. Jasmine.
Her hair, shorter now. Her smile—the same smile that once meant everything to him.
She was dining with someone Chris couldn’t quite recognize.
And then it was heard.
A child’s laughter.
Three children. Three, exactly. About five years old. Two girls and a boy, gathered around Jasmine’s table.
They had her smile… but something about them made Chris’s blood stop.
The child’s gaze.
The way one of the girls cocked her head to the side.
They weren’t just any children.
„Mr. Langston, are you okay?” Harold asked, looking at him worriedly.
Chris couldn’t breathe anymore.
He couldn’t think anymore.