The sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow across the unfamiliar room. You blinked, your head pounding like a drum, the remnants of last night swirling in your mind like a storm. As you turned, you froze, taking in the sight of a stranger sleeping beside you. Panic surged through you, but then a flood of memories broke through the haze: the wine, the laughter, the tears. You had drowned your sorrows last night, desperately trying to forget the betrayal that had shattered your world.

Your boyfriend, the man you thought you would spend your life with, had cheated on you with your sister. The betrayal cut deeper than any knife, and when he proposed to her, it felt like the ground had crumbled beneath your feet. Your parents, who had always treated you like an afterthought, had given their blessings to the union, leaving you feeling utterly alone.

You shook your head, trying to dispel the memories. With trembling hands, you started getting dressed, each movement reminding you of the chaos that had unfolded. You slipped on your clothes, the fabric feeling foreign against your skin, and quietly left the room.

Fast forward seven years, and you found yourself in a different placeboth physically and emotionally.You had given birth to triplets, 3 boys, Farren, Faron, and Felix. They were incredible,smart beyond their years, each with their own unique personality. Your triplets was a caring yet cold presence, incredibly smart, and strangely act like an adult. You sometimes brought them to the doctor, but they always said nothing was wrong. Unaware that they had inherited their father’s genes, you remained oblivious. You worried about them, yet couldn’t help but feel proud to have such brilliant sons.