“Sign Here or You’ll Leave This Hospital Alone,” My Husband Said Coldly as I Held Our Newborn Triplets — I Signed Without Arguing, and the Very Clause He Forced Me to Accept Became the Trigger That Quietly Destroyed His Entire Empire

Jonathan Halecrest stepped inside as if he were late to a meeting instead of standing at the threshold of the most fragile moment of her life, his suit immaculate, his expression neutral, the faint scent of cologne cutting through antiseptic air, followed closely by his mother Vivian Halecrest, whose heels struck the floor with sharp authority, and his younger sister Audrey, already holding her phone upright, its red recording light glowing like an accusation.

“Well,” Jonathan said mildly, glancing at the infants as if assessing inventory, “it’s done.”

Rebecca blinked, disoriented, tightening her arms around the babies.

Vivian didn’t bother with pleasantries.
“This arrangement ends tonight.”

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