My Husband Served Me Divorce Papers Hours After I Gave Birth To Triplets. He Called Our Children A Mistake, Not Knowing I Am Actually The Billionaire Heiress Funding His Company. Should I Bankrupt Him Before He Realizes Who I Really Am?

The Cold Hospital Room

A sharp antiseptic aroma hung heavy in the air of the austere city hospital room in Queens. It mingled with the metallic scent of blood that still lingered, an assault on Eleanor’s heightened senses. After the grueling labor she had endured just hours before, her body felt as if it had been torn into a thousand pieces and then hastily sewn back together. Every fiber of her muscles screamed in protest as she lay motionless on the coarse white sheet.

Her vacant eyes stared at the ceiling, tears of exhaustion slowly tracing paths down her pale cheeks. The silence in the room was almost deafening, broken only by the rhythmic beep of the cardiac monitor. Her heartbeat was the only cold witness to her survival.

But deep within her, a violent storm of anxiety was brewing over her husband. Richard had yet to appear, even though the nurses had long since informed him of the joyous news of the birth of their three children. Suddenly, the heavy wooden door was thrown open with a force that startled Eleanor.

Richard strode into the room. His expensive Italian leather loafers tapped a sharp, cold rhythm on the polished linoleum floor. He was impeccably dressed in a charcoal gray designer suit that fit his form perfectly. However, his handsome face showed not the slightest glimmer of the joy or relief normally seen in a new father.

On the contrary, his charming features were twisted into a mask of icy indifference and an expression of disgust he made no effort to conceal. He did not cast a single glance at the three small bassinets where his newborn children slept peacefully. Nor did he bother to approach the bed to ask how his wife felt after she had risked her life to bring his heirs into the world. He simply stood motionless at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his chest, staring at Eleanor with a glacial coldness that made the room’s temperature seem to plummet.

The Betrayal

Not a word of greeting or comfort came from his lips. Richard reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, pulled out a thick manila envelope, and disdainfully tossed it onto the bed, where it landed with a dull thud right at Eleanor’s feet. Eleanor looked at the envelope, confusion clouding her tired eyes. Her trembling hand reached out to touch the cool surface of the paper as a sense of foreboding began to squeeze her chest, making each breath painful.

Richard ordered her with a voice devoid of warmth or emotion, cutting through the silence like a sharp scalpel, to sign the document immediately. He said he was fed up with this charade of poverty and did not want to waste another second tied to a woman who only knew how to be a financial burden to his brilliant future. Eleanor’s heart seemed to stop for a moment as she understood the contents of that document. The bold words of the divorce petition struck her eyes like a death sentence for the life she thought she was building.

Eleanor whispered, asking what all this meant. Her voice was hoarse and broken with emotion as she tried to sit up. Despite the searing pain in her abdomen that tormented her without mercy, she pleaded with Richard to see reality. Their children had just been born a few hours ago. They needed a father’s presence, and she desperately needed a husband’s support in her moment of greatest weakness.

Richard laughed. It was a harsh, painful laugh laden with mockery. Then he moved closer to loom over Eleanor like a predator cornering its prey. He pointed an accusatory finger at her, saying the children were her mistake, not part of his plans. He scoffed at her for being too naive if she thought giving birth to triplets all at once could tie him forever to this mediocre and boring life.

He declared that he had ambitions far greater than being merely the husband of a housewife with no social connections or valuable assets to boost his career. He glanced impatiently at his luxury watch, making it clear he would rather be anywhere else—anywhere but there with his convalescing wife and newborn babies. He stated with a cruel smile playing on his lips, enjoying the visible shock on Eleanor’s face, that Tiffany was waiting for him in the lobby and she did not like to wait.

The Other Woman

He praised Tiffany as a real woman: beautiful, classy, and most importantly, her father owned the majority of the shares in the investment firm where Richard worked. Someone who could rocket him to the pinnacle of success in the blink of an eye—something Eleanor could never do even if she tried her entire life. The name Tiffany, the woman Eleanor had suspected for months but whose suspicions had always been silenced with reassuring words full of lies, hit her like a physical blow, shattering every fragile hope she still harbored for her marriage into a thousand pieces.

Tears welled up in Eleanor’s eyes again, but this time they were not from physical exhaustion, but from the immense inner suffering and the shock of confronting the monster before her. She asked Richard with a trembling voice, which was beginning to sound a little firmer as the truth of her husband’s betrayal sank into her heart, if he had just been using her all this time and was now discarding her like trash just when she needed him most.

Richard shrugged indifferently, adjusting his tie in the reflection of the window, not caring in the least about his wife’s suffering. He said coldly that there was no need to dramatize the situation. He would leave her the modest apartment and a small monthly stipend, enough so she and the children wouldn’t starve, but she shouldn’t expect more because from that day forward they were strangers.

He turned his back on her, walking out the door without even a glance at the babies who were beginning to stir and cry. Sensing the tension in the room, the door slammed shut behind him, leaving Eleanor alone once more in a suffocating silence. But this time the silence felt infinitely heavier. Burdened with the weight of rejection and a bleak, dark future, she forced her aching body to move, lowering her legs from the bed and ignoring the loud protests of her muscles.