A billionaire businessman discovers he has triplets he never knew about, forcing him to confront his past mistakes and choose between his empire and a chance at fatherhood.

Christopher Langston stood at the window of his penthouse office, looking down at the city below. Everything he saw belonged to him or at least that’s how it felt. At 45, he had more money than he could spend in three lifetimes. His company, Langston Enterprises, was worth billions.

The headlines called him one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. But tonight, something felt different. Mr. Langston, his assistant Barbara, knocked on the door.

Your dinner reservation at LeBlanc is in an hour, and the board members are already on their way. Chris adjusted his expensive tie and grabbed his jacket. Another night, another business dinner.

This was his life now. Meetings, deals, and more meetings. He liked it this way.

At least that’s what he told himself. Thank you, Barbara. You can head home now.

He smiled at his assistant, a woman who had worked for him for 15 years and probably knew him better than anyone else. Barbara hesitated at the door. There was one more thing, sir.

A letter came for you today from Carter and Associates Law Firm. Chris Froese. Carter.

A name he hadn’t heard in years. A name he tried very hard not to think about. Just put it on my desk, he said, trying to sound casual.

But his heart was racing. After Barbara left, Chris picked up the envelope. He didn’t need to open it to know who it was from.

Jasmine Carter. His ex-wife. The woman he had loved more than anything, until his ambition got in the way.

Memories flooded back as he held the unopened letter. Their small apartment when they were first married. Jasmine’s laugh.

The way she used to bring him coffee in bed every morning. The fights that started small but grew bigger. The day she walked out, tears streaming down her face, saying she couldn’t compete with his need for success.

Not now, he muttered, putting the letter in his drawer. He had a dinner to get to. Important people were waiting.

The restaurant was exactly what you’d expect for one of the expensive places in the city. Crystal chandeliers, soft music, waiters who moved like shadows. Chris sat at the head of the table, laughing at jokes that weren’t funny, making small talk with people he barely knew.

And then I told him the stock wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on, one of the board members, Harold, was saying. Everyone laughed on cue. That’s when Chris saw her.

She was sitting three tables away, still as beautiful as the day he met. Her, Jasmine. Her dark hair was shorter now, but her smile, that smile that had once been his whole world, was exactly the same.

She was having dinner with someone Chris couldn’t see clearly. Then he heard it. Children laughing.

Three children, to be exact, all about five years old, gathered around Jasmine’s table. Two girls and a boy. They had her smile, but something about them made Chris’s blood run cold.

The boys’ eyes. The way one of the girls tilted her head. These weren’t just any children.

Mr. Langston, are you all right? Harold was looking at him with concern. Chris couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think.