Winning Back My Genius Wife And Triplets

I had just survived a grueling delivery, bringing perfectly healthy triplets into the world.

But the person who walked into the VIP ward wasn't my husband, Barron. It was his assistant, dropping a thick manila envelope on my bedside table.

"Your task as a vessel is complete. Sign the divorce papers and give up the children."

The words hit me like a truck. My one-year marriage was just a business contract to breed heirs. Barron's true love had always been my cousin, Destiny. To make matters worse, Destiny burst into the hospital, revealing a secret that shattered my entire existence: I wasn't even a real Barnett. I was an illegitimate child, a fake heiress. Barron looked at me with utter disgust, threatening to ruin me in the media if I didn't abandon my newborns. He even announced his engagement to Destiny on live television, giving her the diamond ring I thought was meant for our anniversary.

I had loved him deeply, only to realize I was nothing but a disposable tool. How could a man be so calculating, weighing my life against a hysterectomy while I was bleeding out on the operating table? He stripped away my identity, my dignity, and my babies without a single ounce of mercy.

But I refused to be crushed into dust.

Looking straight into his cold eyes, I tore the divorce agreement to shreds. With the unexpected backing of the Rivera family matriarch, I wiped my tears and prepared for a brutal legal war. I will get my children back.