My Husband Abandoned Me with Newborn Triplets – Years Later I Accidentally Met Him Again

My umbrella dripped water onto the floor as I looked up, already half-apologizing.

“Allison?”

That voice froze everything in me. I knew it was him before I even looked at his face.

Adam.

He was older, haggard, and unshaven. His coat hung awkwardly off his frame, like he’d borrowed it from someone else. But his eyes, those same gray-blue eyes that once swore he’d never leave me, and the three babies growing inside me — were unmistakable.

For a second, I couldn’t move. My breath caught in my chest.

“Adam?” I said slowly, unsure if I was speaking to a man or a ghost.

“Now that you’re here,” he said, shifting his weight and glancing around, “I need your help.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, my pulse quickening. “How did you know I’d be here? Are you following me, Adam?”

“Just hear me out. Please. I’ve been trying to find you, Alli.”