Reborn: Keep My Fortune From The Triplets

“I’m going downstairs for some fresh air. I’ll be back soon.”

As I watched my husband, Ryan Taylor, bend down by the entryway to put on his shoes, a sudden jolt shot through my body.

I had been reborn.

“Stay home and be good, okay, honey? When I come back, I’ll bring you that chestnut cake you love from the bakery on the corner.”

His voice was so gentle, yet my heart twisted painfully in my chest.

Even until the moment I died in my past life, I never understood why.

We had dated for three years and been married for five. We loved each other deeply. We had always been faithful to each other.

A medical exam from a reputable clinic had confirmed that I had never given birth.

And those three children had no blood relation to Ryan either.

But in my last life, he had insisted they were mine.

He had even forced me to give up millions in marital assets and leave with nothing.

Why?

Before I figured out the truth, I couldn’t let him leave this house.

The second he reached for the doorknob, I rushed over and jumped onto his back.

“Honey, don’t go out. Let’s have a baby of our own. Right now.”

His body stiffened slightly, and even his voice turned a little rough.

“Why so sudden? It’s the middle of the day. And if we’re trying for a baby, shouldn’t we prepare first?”

I wrapped my arms around him even tighter.

“I don’t care. I just want to take a bath with you.”

Only one thought filled my mind.

If Ryan had a child of his own, maybe he wouldn’t become obsessed with those three children of unknown origin.

Maybe I could avoid the tragedy of my past life.

But in the next second, the doorbell rang.

“Oh, I’ll get it.”

As if pulled by some invisible force, Ryan rushed toward the door with only a towel wrapped around him.

I ran after him, trying to stop him.

But it was too late.

With a click, he opened the door.

Outside stood three identical little boys.

Ryan turned back to me, his face full of joy, and said the exact same words he had said in my last life.

“Honey, come look at our children. Don’t they look just like you?”

It felt as if all the strength had been drained from my body.

I stumbled back a step.

“Ryan, I have never done anything to betray you. How could they possibly be my children?”

The smile on his face vanished instantly.

He pointed at me and shouted, “They are yours because I said they are. You gave birth to them. Don’t even think about denying it.

“Vivian, you’re going to accept them today whether you like it or not. Don’t even think about abandoning me and our sons.”

His face was twisted with the same madness I remembered from my previous life.

But this time, I didn’t break down and argue like I had before.

Instead, I let out a calm sigh.

“You say they’re my children. Fine. A pregnancy would leave traces, wouldn’t it? Where’s your proof?

“We’ve been together for eight years. Ask yourself honestly. Have I ever done anything to betray you or this family?”

My voice was filled with genuine confusion.

“I really don’t understand. Why are you so determined to pin these three children of unknown origin on me?”

Ryan looked as if I had insulted him beyond forgiveness.

The veins on his forehead stood out as he pointed at me and roared, “Proof? They are the proof. They’re standing right here.

“Vivian, I never thought you could be this heartless. These are your own flesh and blood.

“Even wild animals protect their young, and yet you won’t even acknowledge your own children? You’ve disappointed me so much.”