AT THE AIRPORT, BILLIONAIRE CARRIED HIS MISTRESS’S BAGS LIKE A GENTLEMAN — THEN HIS WIFE WALKED IN WITH QUADRUPLETS
Victor Monroe never carried bags—not for anyone. Yet that morning, under the sterile lights of an airport terminal, he held Nadia’s designer purse over his arm. To him, it was just convenience. But every step echoed with something else: a warning.
Nadia, poised in a cream dress, smiled like a woman who believed she’d finally won. She wanted to be seen. Victor let her. It felt like control.
Until silence fell.
Conversations stopped. Phones rose—not for calls, but photos.
Victor turned—and saw her.
Evelyn. His wife.
No makeup. Eyes hollow. And around her, four identical boys, clinging to her skirt.
His quadruplets.
Victor’s hand opened. Nadia’s handbag hit the marble floor with a thud.
Evelyn didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. She looked through him, not at him.
And her expression?
Pity.
Flash. Cameras clicked. “Victor?” Nadia’s voice shook. But he didn’t hear her.
One boy pointed. “Daddy?”
Evelyn flinched.
Whispers swelled:
“Is that his wife?”
“Are those his kids?”
“Who’s the woman with him?”
Nadia stepped back, realizing too late—she wasn’t the woman he belonged to. She was proof.
Victor finally spoke. “Evelyn…”
She stepped forward, slow and steady. Not to forgive. To finish it.
“This is what you carried her for?” she whispered.
She lifted the smallest child, turned her back on him, and walked away—past him, past the cameras, toward freedom.
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