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

“What?” I asked, stunned at his audacity. “What the hell do you need that much for? And why are you asking me?”

“I’ve got debts,” he said, almost whispering now. “It’s serious. I could get into a lot of trouble. I wouldn’t ask if I had another way.”

“You really think you can just show up 12 years later and ask me for money?” I stepped back, my heart pounding. “You didn’t even have the decency to show up at my home and see my children, Adam.”

“I wouldn’t if I wasn’t desperate,” he said, ignoring everything else.

“You don’t know the meaning of the word, Adam. You’re nothing but a coward.”

I turned and left. My hands were shaking so badly I nearly dropped my phone as I called Greg. By the time he pulled into the parking lot, Adam was gone, but he’d left something on my windshield. It was a miracle that the rain had stopped and didn’t turn the paper into pulp.

“Pay me or I’ll tell the truth about what really happened that night. About how we ended. You don’t want people digging, Allison.”

Greg looked up, face pale as he got into my car.

“Do you think he’s serious?” I asked, grabbing my husband’s hand.

Greg didn’t speak at first. His shoulders were stiff. I watched his fingers clench into fists at his sides.