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Adam tossed his pen onto the half finished reports littering his desk. No point pretending to work when his mind kept circling back to the same impossible conversation. 

Irene, about that scar on my shoulder… He rubbed his face. “God, no. That’s terrible.” 

He tried again. “Irene, there’s something you should know about the triplets father…” He groaned. “Even worse.” 

He wheeled himself to the window, watching sunlight spill across Irene’s garden next door. How would she react when the truth came out? Would that warm light in her eyes freeze over? Would she slam the door on him forever? 

He tugged at his already–messy hair, recalling the triplets eager faces last night. Dad, you promised. 

“Today, he murmured to his reflection. ‘No more stalling.” 

A knock interrupted his spiral. Thomas hovered in the doorway, looking oddly uncomfortable. 

“Dr. Sterling’s downstairs, sir.” Thomas fidgeted with his sleeve. “She seems… worked up.” 

Adam’s stomach tightened. “Worked up how?” 

“On edge. Says it’s urgent. Thomas glanced at Adam’s rumpled navy shirt and day–old stubble. “Should I tell her you need a moment to- 

“No time.” Adam checked his reflection and shrugged. “Let 

go.” 

Downstairs, Irene paced by the windows, fingers drumming against her thigh–her tell when something big was brewing. She spun at the sound of his wheelchair, eyes widening at his disheveled state. 

Wow.” A smile flashed across her face. “Didn’t know you owned anything without designer labels.” 

“Emergency casual day.” Adam felt oddly vulnerable without his armor of Italian suits. “Like it?” 

Irene crossed the room and dropped into his lap without warning, burying her face against his neck. “It’s a good look on you. Makes you feel… real.” 

Adam wrapped his arms around her, breathing in the faint scent of her shampoo. “Maybe I’ll burn all my suits.” 

She pulled back, her smile vanishing like smoke. “Adam, I need you at the police station with me.” 

His pulse skipped. “What’s wrong?” 

She took a shaky breath, still perched on his lap. “Last night I kept thinking about when I got pregnant. That whole night is just… static in my brain.” 

Her fingers twisted in his shirt, voice dropping. “But I remember Anna’s face when everyone found out I was pregnant. That smug little smile. Like she’d won some twisted game.” 

Irene’s jaw tightened. “For six years I’ve buried this, but my kids deserve better. I deserve better.” 

She met his eyes directly. “Anna’s in jail. I’m going to find out what she did.” 

Adam fought to keep his expression neutral while his world tilted sideways. “I’m right beside you. Whatever happens.” 

The drive passed in thick silence. Adam stared at the back of Thomas’s head, mind racing through fragments he’d never quite event, a drink that tasted off, waking up with the mother of all hangovers… 

together–a charity 

He flexed his fingers against his knee. This is it. No rewriting the script now. 

“How much longer? His voice came out raspy. 

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Ten minutes, sir, Thomas caught hit eye in the mirror, concern evident, 

Irene touched his hand. ‘I shouldn’t have dragged you into my mess.” 

“Hey.” Adam turned his pals up, lacing their fingers together. ‘Your mess is my mess now. That’s how this works 

She squeezed back, staring at their joined hands. “Five years I’ve tried to block that night out. For the kids sake.* 

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Sometimes when I look at them… I feel like I should remember something important, but it’s just… gone. 

Adam’s chest tightened. In the rearview mirror, Thomas’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. 

The police station meeting room screamed government budget cuts–metal chairs that wobbled, lights that buzzed, and a table scarred with years of nervous fidgeting. 

Anna sauntered in wearing prison tan like it was designer couture. Her eyes flicked from Irene to Adam, lips curling into something more sneer than smile. 

“Well, well. The ugly duckling’s landed herself a billionaire.” Her gaze dropped to their hands. “Moving up in the world, sis?” 

Irene didn’t blink. “Cut the crap, Anna. I’m here about the night I got pregnant.” 

Anna examined her nails. “Why waste my breath? What’s in it for me? 

Adam leaned forward. “Haven Industries has friends throughout the justice system. Your sentence could get considerably shorter… or longer.” 

Thomas slid a folder onto the table. “Mr. Haven’s legal team is very thorough.” 

Anna’s smile flickered. “Fine. What do you want to know?” 

“Six years ago. The charity gala.” Irene’s voice stayed steady. “What did you do?* 

Anna settled back, clearly savoring her moment. “You really want to hear this in front of your boyfriend?” 

Just talk. 

“It was almost too easy.” Anna’s eyes lit with remembered triumph. “I slipped something in your champagne. One sip and you wouldn’t remember your own name, let alone what happened after.” 

Thomas shifted his weight, tugging at his collar. Adam caught the nervous gesture, their eyes meeting briefly in silent communication. 

“I needed someone worthless to pair you with,” Anna continued, tapping her fingers against the table. Some loser who’d vanish by morning. And there he was–this college kid who looked completely out of place, wearing cheap casual clothes at a black–tie event.” 

Adam glanced down at his navy shirt, a chill creeping up his spine. A memory surfaced–standing awkwardly at a crowded event, feeling horribly underdressed… 

“He stuck out like a McDonald’s bag at a Michelin restaurant,” Anna laughed. “Like he’d crashed the party for free booze. Perfect match for the fake Sterling princess.” 

She eyed Adam’s clothes with amusement. “Funny enough, he was dressed kinda like you are today, Haven. Just about a thousand dollars cheaper.” 

Memory fragments flooded Adam’s mind–a bitter taste in his drink, the room spinning, waking up in a strange bed… 

“I drugged him too,” Anna said with a casual wake. “Got a waiter to show you both to the same guest room. Two birds, one stone. 

Adam’s fingers dug into his armrests, realization hitting him like a physical blow. He was that college kid. He was the one Anna had randomly picked. The “worthless nobody‘ she’d chosen to destroy frene had been him all along.” 

“Neither of you remembered a thing by morning,” Anna continued, oblivious to the bomb she’d just dropped. “Mr. Nobody disappeared, and you…” She smirked at Irene. “Well, we all know what happened to you.” 

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Thomas’s posture changed subtly, eyes darting to Adam with a clear question. Adam gave a tiny nod–yes, I understand now 

Anna leaned back, satisfaction oozing from every pore. The Sterling family would never keep a daughter who got knocked up by some random loser. That was the whole point.” 

Irene’s face flushed scarlet. She slammed her fist on the table so hard a crack appeared in the laminate. 

“You evil bitch! Her voice trembled with six years of bottled rage. “You have NO IDEA what you did to me! I went through labor alone, with no one to hold my hand or wipe my tears! I spent nights watching my babies breathe, terrified something would happen and I’d be the only one there to save them!” 

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