I Had Just Given Birth to Triplets—Then My Husband Walked In With His Mistress and Divorce Papers
Or rather, the woman I had suspected for months was more than that.
Sabrina walked into the room slowly, like she already belonged there. She didn’t glance toward the empty bassinets beside the bed. She didn’t ask about the babies.
She looked straight at me.
Connor stepped closer and dropped a folder onto my hospital bed.
The papers slid across the blanket and brushed against the IV line in my arm.
“Sign the divorce,” he said.
For a moment, I thought I had misheard him.
“What?” My voice came out weak and hoarse.
“I’m finished,” he said casually. “You’re not the woman I married anymore.”
My chest tightened.
“Connor,” I whispered, “I just gave birth. Our babies are still fighting in the nursery.”
He laughed sharply.
“Exactly. Three of them. Look at you.”
His eyes swept over my pale face, my hospital gown, the tubes attached to me.
“I’m not dragging this out,” he continued. “You’ll get support. Be grateful.”
Sabrina stepped closer to the bed. Her manicured hand rested lightly on the metal rail.
“This will be simpler for everyone,” she said softly, though there was a hint of superiority hidden beneath the sweetness.
My hands started shaking.
The room felt suddenly cold.
I reached for the call button beside my pillow.
Within seconds, a nurse entered.
Her eyes moved quickly between the three of us, sensing the tension instantly.
Connor’s entire demeanor changed.
His shoulders relaxed. His voice became smooth and polite.
“We’re just handling some paperwork,” he said with a friendly smile.
The nurse looked at me carefully.
I forced a small nod.
