He had personally made sure Goi received a front-row invitation. He wanted her to see what a “real” woman could give him — beauty, youth, and soon, children.
Then the murmurs began.
A sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided up the driveway. The door opened.
Out stepped Goi.
She wore a stunning golden-yellow dress that flowed elegantly around her figure, a matching gele wrapped perfectly on her head, and diamond earrings that caught the sunlight. But what made the entire crowd fall silent were the three identical little boys holding her hands — all dressed in matching yellow shirts and shorts, their faces glowing with excitement.
Samuel, Michael, and Daniel.
Chik’s face went pale. His new bride, Linda, gripped his arm tightly.
Goi walked down the red carpet with quiet confidence, the triplets smiling and waving at the cameras. When she reached the front, she stopped directly before Chik.
“Hello, Chik,” she said calmly, her voice carrying across the stunned silence. “Thank you for the invitation. The boys wanted to meet their father’s new wife.”
The words landed like thunder.
Linda’s mouth fell open. “Husband… what is she talking about?”
Chik stammered, sweat breaking out on his forehead. “Goi… how? This is impossible. You were—”
“Barren?” Goi finished for him, her voice steady but laced with quiet power. “That’s what you told everyone, isn’t it? That I was useless. A curse. A failure as a woman.”
She gently squeezed her sons’ hands.
“God had other plans. These are my miracles. Samuel, Michael, and Daniel. They were born four years ago after years of treatment I paid for myself with the business I built after you threw me away.”
