Chapter 73 What We Choose To Protect

• Sophia
• It had been a year and some months since the triplets were born, since the world shifted beneath my feet and refused to settle again.
• From the outside, everything looked perfect. Our mansion echoed with laughter and crawling feet; the twins had started calling Christian “Papa” with the kind of innocent adoration that melted even the toughest hearts, and our daughter had his eyes—those dark, unreadable, magnetic eyes that softened only when he held her. They look so much like Christian that not even a single soul could see they were not his kids. He looked at the kids with so much love, but lately, those same eyes didn’t linger on me the way they used to.