Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

I sat restlessly in the sterile white waiting area of the hospital, awaiting the results of my ninety-ninth pregnancy test this year.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a notification: [Your special follow Victoria Hayes has updated her status].
She wasn't my friend—she was my husband's childhood sweetheart.
I clicked on her profile, and when I saw her latest post, my heart contracted violently.
"Thank goodness I didn't lose you."
She had posted a photo of a man's silhouette, his muscular upper body bare, a black suit jacket hanging from his arm.
Even though he faced away from the camera, even though the photo deliberately blurred certain details, I recognized without hesitation the faint old scar on his shoulder blade.
That was my husband, Arnold Cavendish.
Below the photo, the comment section was boiling with countless likes.
"That silhouette is so handsome! Victoria, wishing you eternal happiness~"
"So you two got back together?! Wasn't there a rumor he got married?"
"Oh my god, after all these years, you two still ended up together. So romantic!"
"Mrs. Cavendish?"
The nurse called my name, startling me. I stood up mechanically and walked into the examination room.
The doctor looked up at me, then at the test results in her hand, and spoke softly: "Congratulations, you're pregnant."
Instantly, I covered my mouth in joy and surprise.
"Really? I've been doing IVF for over a year—I finally succeeded?"
"Yes! The baby is already over four weeks along and looks very healthy."
She handed me a folder. "Take these reports and documents home. Both you and your husband need to read them carefully."
Tears blurred my vision. After a full year of disappointments, I was finally pregnant.
Before, every time I returned home with negative pregnancy results, I had to endure Arnold's gloomy expression and his family's disappointed looks.
After leaving the hospital, I immediately wanted to tell Arnold the news.
We were finally going to have a child—the fruit of our marriage and love.
"Take me to Cavendish Group."
I settled into the back seat of the Maybach and spoke to the driver.
Six months ago, my mother was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer.
She told me her only wish before dying was to attend my wedding.
Yes, Arnold and I had been married for three years, but we still hadn't held a wedding ceremony, and I had never been publicly acknowledged as his wife.
The ceremony should have taken place three years ago, but first Arnold's grandfather fell ill, then there were always things that would delay the wedding—business deals, public events...
With this child, even if Arnold was cold to me, the Cavendish family would surely make him give me a wedding.
I texted my mom to share the good news—she’d always hoped to attend my wedding. Just then, my phone rang.
Seeing the name flashing on the screen, I smiled and answered without hesitation.
"Arnold,"
As soon as I connected, I couldn't wait to speak first: "I have news to tell you."
"Paisley."
He interrupted me, his tone low and calm, like a standard workaholic. "I have to work late tonight. Don't wait up for me."
I frowned. "But I have something very important to tell you."
Suddenly, I heard a woman's coquettish laugh from the other end of the phone.