My Husband Abandoned Me with Newborn Triplets – Years Later I Accidentally Met Him Again!

I walked away, hands trembling with cold fury. But Adam wasn’t done. He left a note on my windshield—a damp, blatant extortion attempt: pay him, or he would “reveal the truth” about our marriage. When Greg saw it, the patient man I’d known for twelve years vanished, replaced by a protector with ice in his veins. We went straight to the police.

A week later, we finalized our statements at the station. Seeing Adam in handcuffs was a hollow victory. He looked small, bitter—a man who had spent his life fleeing responsibility and finally ran out of road. He tried one last desperate maneuver, claiming I had been unfaithful, that Greg and I had been together all along, and that the triplets weren’t his.

“It adds up,” Adam sneered, his voice oily with self-delusion. “You got married and raised them together. I left only because I discovered the truth.”

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