A second message arrived from Alyssa shortly after.
“Children need stability, not the sad revenge of a resentful woman,” she wrote.
I put both messages away without replying. When I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw Elijah crying quietly, Kayden hugging Atlas, and my three children trying to understand why a complete stranger had just called them his own.
They still did not know that the very same woman who had just threatened me had held my phone the night Damian tried to contact me.
I could not believe what was about to happen next.
PART 2
That night, the triplets slept together in my bed. Before they fell asleep, sitting around the kitchen table, I explained to them that Damian was probably their biological father.
“So do we have to go live with him now?” Elijah asked.
“No, because nobody is going to kick you out of your home,” I promised.
