Take this $100,000 and disappear. My son will never know about you or that baby, Mrs. Wellington had said 6 years ago. New Year’s Eve, the Wellington family celebrated on their 10 million yacht. Mrs. Wellington raised champagne to another perfect year. Then a shadow fell over the deck. A $200 million mega yacht pulled alongside a helicopter pad, a pool, the name on the hull. Destiny.

The woman herself appeared on deck. Three children in designer nautical outfits waved from beside her. Happy New Year, Mrs. Wellington. Brandon dropped his glass. His wife grabbed his arm. Who is that? The children shouted in unison. Hi, Daddy. Grandma. Mrs. Wellington’s champagne turned to vinegar in her mouth.

Destiny Miller looked at Brandon Wellington. They sat on a bench at River Beach. The ocean was gray and cold. It was a Tuesday afternoon in March.

Destiny’s hands shook. She held a folded piece of paper in her jacket pocket. Brandon took her hand. You can tell me anything, Destiny. What is wrong? Destiny took a deep breath. I am pregnant. Brandon’s eyes went wide. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Destiny watched his face carefully. She was terrified.

They had been dating for 8 months, but always in secret. Brandon never took her to his family home. He never introduced her to his mother. Destiny worked as a waitress. Brandon came from one of the richest families in Boston. She knew what this news might mean. “Say something,” Destiny whispered. “Please.” Brandon suddenly pulled her into a tight hug. It is okay.

Everything will be okay. His voice was shaking. We will figure this out together. Destiny started crying. Are you sure, Brandon? I know this is not what you expected. I know your family. Stop. Brandon said. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. I love you, Destiny. We are going to be a family. I will tell my mother tonight.

But Destiny saw something in his eyes. It was fear. 6 months earlier, Destiny carried three plates of salmon and roasted vegetables through the crowded restaurant. The harbor side was busy every night. It sat near Beacon Hill in downtown Boston. Rich people came here after work. They wore expensive suits and drank expensive wine. Destiny smiled at every customer.

She needed the tips. Excuse me, miss. A man at table 7 raised his hand. Can I get more water? Of course, sir. Right away. Destiny rushed to the back, filled a picture, and returned to his table. She was 22 years old. She came to Boston from a small town in Ohio 2 years ago. Her mother still lived in Ohio.

Her mother worked two jobs her whole life. Destiny’s father left when Destiny was 5 years old. Destiny never went to college. There was no money. She moved to Boston hoping for something better. But so far, she was still waiting tables. “Destiny, table 12 needs you,” called Marcus, another waiter. “Destiny turned toward table 12.

Three men in business suits sat there. One of them was young, maybe late 20s. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. He was looking at the menu. Destiny walked over. Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Destiny. I will be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you with drinks? The young man with blue eyes looked up.

He stared at Destiny for a moment. Then he smiled. Yes, I will have water, please. Just water. His two companions ordered wine. Destiny wrote everything down. When she walked away, she felt the young man watching her. The men stayed for 2 hours. They talked about real estate and construction projects. Destiny brought their food and refilled their drinks.

Every time she came to the table, the young man smiled at her. When they finished, Destiny brought the check. The older man paid with a credit card. Destiny saw the name Wellington Real Estate Holdings. “Thank you for dining with us tonight,” Destiny said. The young man stood up. “Excuse me, I am sorry to ask, but what time do you finish work tonight?” Destiny blinked.

“Um, I finish at 11:00. Would you like to get coffee after your shift? There is a place two blocks from here that stays open late.” The two older men looked at each other and smiled. Then they walked away, leaving the young man alone with Destiny. I do not even know your name, Destiny said. Brandon. Brandon Wellington.

Destiny hesitated. This man wore a suit that probably cost more than her monthly rent. He had a credit card with a company name on it. He was clearly rich. She was a waitress wearing a black apron with coffee stains. “I do not think that is a good idea,” Destiny said quietly. “Why not?” Brandon asked.

He looked genuinely confused. “Because you are you and I am me.” Brandon frowned. “I do not understand what that means. It means we are from different worlds. So, I just want to have coffee and talk to you.”Brandon’s voice was sincere. Please, just coffee. If you hate me after 30 minutes, you never have to see me again.

Destiny looked into his blue eyes. He seemed kind and honestly she was lonely in Boston. She had no friends. She worked 6 days a week. She lived in a tiny apartment alone. “Okay,” she said. “Just coffee.” Brandon came back to the harbor side three more times that week. Each time he sat alone at a table and ordered food.

He always requested Destiny as his server. On Friday night, Destiny finally asked him, “Do you actually like the food here, or are you just coming to see me?” Brandon laughed. “The food is good, but yes, I am coming to see you.” “Why? Because you are different from everyone I know. You are real. Destiny did not know what to say to that.

On Saturday, Brandon asked her out properly. They went to a small Italian restaurant in Cambridge, far from downtown Boston. Brandon said he liked quiet places. They talked for 3 hours. Destiny told him about Ohio, about her mother, about moving to Boston with $800 in a suitcase. Brandon told her about growing up in Brooklyn in a mansion with 10 bedrooms.

He said his father died when he was 20 years old. He said his mother ran the family business now. He said he worked for the company, but he did not love it. What do you love? Destiny asked. Brandon thought for a moment. Honestly, I do not know yet. I never got to choose what I love.

Everything was already decided for me. Destiny felt sad for him. She had no money, but at least she had freedom. They started dating. For 8 months, they met in secret. Brandon took Destiny to beaches, to small restaurants in towns outside Boston, to parks where nobody knew them. He never took her to his home. He never introduced her to his mother.

“Why do we always hide?” Destiny asked one night. Brandon looked uncomfortable. My mother is difficult. She has very specific ideas about who I should date. You mean she would not approve of me. It is not about you, Destiny. It is about her. She cares too much about status and reputation. So, I am not good enough for the Wellington family.

That is not what I said. Brandon grabbed her hands. I love you. I do not care what my mother thinks. I just need time to figure out how to tell her. But months passed and Brandon never told her. Then Destiny started feeling sick at work. She felt dizzy. Her stomach hurt. She was late for her period. She bought a pregnancy test from a pharmacy.

In her tiny apartment bathroom, she sat on the floor and waited for the result. Two pink lines. positive. Destiny sat there for an hour crying and shaking. She was pregnant. She had no college degree, no career, no savings. She lived in a 400 square ft apartment. The father of her baby was a rich man who was afraid to tell his mother about her.

But she loved Brandon, and maybe this baby would force him to finally choose her over his mother’s approval. Now they sat on the bench at River Beach. Brandon promised he would tell his mother tonight. He kissed Destiny and held her close. “I will go to the house right now,” Brandon said. “I will tell her everything about you, about us, about the baby.

” “What if she gets angry?” Destiny asked. “Then she gets angry. I am 28 years old. I can make my own choices.” But his voice was shaking. They sat together for a few more minutes. Then Brandon walked Destiny to the bus stop. He kissed her one more time. “I will call you later tonight,” he said. “I promise everything will be okay.

” Destiny watched him walk to his car. It was a black Mercedes. She took the bus back to her apartment. She sat on her bed and waited for his call. Brandon drove toward Brooklyn. His hands were sweating on the steering wheel. The Wellington mansion was 20 minutes away. He rehearsed what he would say to his mother.

Asterisk Mom, I am dating someone. Her name is Destiny. I love her. She is pregnant. We are going to be a family. No, that sounded too defensive. Asterisk. Mom, I have something important to tell you. Please listen with an open mind. No, that sounded too weak. Brandon’s phone rang. It was his mother. Hello, mother.

Brandon, where are you? We have a board meeting in 30 minutes. I am coming to the house. I need to talk to you about something personal. There was a pause. Personal? What is wrong? Nothing is wrong. I just need to tell you something. I will be there in 10 minutes. Victoria’s voice became cold. Fine, I will be in the library. Brandon hung up.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter. His whole body was tense. He knew his life was about to change forever. He just did not know how much. The mansion gates opened automatically. Brandon drove through and parked in the circular driveway. The house was huge, made of gray stone with white columns. Brandon grew up here, but tonight it felt cold and uninviting.

He walked to the front door. Maria, the housekeeper, opened it before he could knock. Good evening, Mr. Brandon. Your mother is waiting in the library. Thankyou, Maria. Brandon walked through the marble hallway. His footsteps echoed. He passed paintings that cost more than most people earned in a lifetime.

He reached the library door and knocked. “Come in.” Victoria’s voice was sharp. Brandon entered. Victoria sat behind a mahogany desk. She wore a navy blue suit. Her silver hair was perfect. She was reading financial reports. She did not look up. Sit down, Brandon. Brandon sat in the leather chair across from her. His heart was pounding.

Victoria put down her papers. She looked at him with her sharp green eyes. You said this was important. What is it? Brandon took a deep breath. I am dating someone. Her name is Destiny Miller. I have been seeing her for 8 months. Victoria’s face showed no emotion. 8 months? And you are telling me now? I am telling you now because it is serious.

Mother, I love her. I see. Victoria folded her hands on the desk. Tell me about this Destiny Miller. What does her family do? Her mother works in Ohio. Her father left when she was young. What does her mother do? Brandon hesitated. She works two jobs. I think she cleans houses and works at a grocery store. Victoria’s eyes narrowed.

And what does Destiny do? She works at the harbor side. She is a waitress. A waitress? Victoria’s voice was flat. No college degree? No, but mother, that does not matter. She is intelligent and kind and and pregnant, I assume. Otherwise, you would not be here. Brandon felt like he had been slapped. How did you I am not stupid, Brandon.

You have been sneaking around for 8 months now. Suddenly, you come here to tell me about a waitress you love. There is only one reason you would finally tell me. Victoria leaned forward. How far along is she? 3 months. Victoria closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them, they were cold as ice. This is unacceptable.

Mother, I am not asking for your permission. I am telling you, Destiny and I are going to be a family. We are going to raise this child together. No, you are not. Excuse me. Victoria stood up. She walked to the window and looked out at the garden. Brandon, you are my only son. You are the heir to the Wellington fortune.

Do you understand what that means? I understand, but you clearly do not understand. Victoria turned around. This family has a reputation. We have built an empire over three generations. I will not let you throw it away for a pregnant waitress with no education and no family connections. Destiny is not throwing anything away.

I love her. Love? Victoria laughed. It was a harsh sound. Love does not pay bills, Brandon. Love does not build companies. This girl saw an opportunity and she took it. That is not fair. Destiny is not like that. They are all like that. Victoria walked back to her desk. Poor people see rich people and they see dollar signs.

She probably got pregnant on purpose. Brandon stood up angry now. You do not know her. You have never met her. I do not need to meet her. I know her type. Victoria picked up her phone. You are going to New York tomorrow morning. We have a property deal closing. You need to be there. What? No. I need to be here with Destiny.

You need to do your job, Brandon. You will go to New York. I will handle this situation. Handle it? What does that mean? Victoria ignored him. She was typing on her phone. Your flight is at 7:00 tomorrow morning. Maria will pack your bag. Mother, I am not leaving Destiny alone right now. Victoria looked up.

Her eyes were hard. Yes, you are. You work for this company, Brandon. You will do what I tell you. Go to New York. When you come back in 3 days, this problem will be resolved. Destiny is not a problem. Go to New York, Brandon. That is final. Brandon wanted to argue more, but he had spent his whole life obeying his mother.

He did not know how to fight her. He left the library angry and scared. The next morning, Brandon called Destiny from his hotel room in Manhattan. “How did it go?” Destiny asked immediately. “She knows. I told her everything.” And Brandon sat on the edge of the hotel bed. “She was not happy, but I told her we are going to be a family no matter what she thinks.” Brandon, I am scared.

What if she tries to? She cannot do anything. Destiny, I love you. Nothing my mother says will change that. I will be back in 3 days. We will figure everything out together. I promise. After he hung up, Brandon stared at his phone. He wanted to believe his own words, but he knew his mother. Victoria Wellington did not lose.

She always got what she wanted. 2 days later, Destiny received a phone call at work. Is this Destiny Miller? Yes. Who is this? My name is Helen. I work for Mrs. Victoria Wellington. Mrs. Wellington would like to invite you to her home tomorrow at 2:00 in the afternoon. She would like to meet you properly. Destiny’s heart jumped.

She wants to meet me? Yes, Miss Miller. Mrs. Wellington believes you and she should speak in person. She asked me to give you the address. Destiny wrote down theaddress in Brooklyn. After she hung up, she felt hopeful. Maybe Victoria wanted to make peace. Maybe she realized that Destiny and Brandon really loved each other.

Destiny asked her coworker Rachel if she could borrow a dress. I am meeting Brandon’s mother tomorrow. I need to look nice. Rachel lent her a simple black dress. It was the nicest thing Destiny owned now. She took two buses to Brooklyn the next day. The trip took over an hour. When she arrived at the address, she stared. The mansion was enormous. It looked like a museum.

Destiny walked to the front door and rang the bell. A woman in a uniform answered, “Miss Miller?” “Yes, please come in. Mrs. Wellington is expecting you.” Destiny followed the woman through a hallway filled with expensive furniture and paintings. Everything was perfect and cold. They entered a sitting room.

Victoria Wellington sat on a cream colored sofa. She wore a black suit and pearls. She looked at Destiny with sharp green eyes. Sit down, Miss Miller. Destiny sat in the chair across from Victoria. She folded her hands in her lap. Her palms were sweating. “Would you like something to drink?” Victoria asked. “No, thank you.” “Very well.” Victoria studied Destiny carefully.

“You are younger than I thought. How old are you?” “2.” ” 22,” Victoria nodded. “And you work as a waitress at the Harborside?” “Yes, ma’am. Where did you go to college?” “I did not go to college. My family could not afford it.” “I see. Victoria was quiet for a moment. Then she leaned forward. Miss Miller, I am going to be very direct with you.

I do not believe in wasting time. Destiny’s stomach tightened. My son believes he loves you. Perhaps he does in his way. But love is not enough to build a life. You and Brandon come from completely different worlds. You have no education. You have no family connections. You have no skills beyond serving food.

Do you honestly believe you can be a Wellington? Destiny’s face felt hot. Mrs. Wellington, I did not plan for any of this to happen. I love your son. This baby. The baby. Victoria reached for a folder on the table next to her. She opened it and took out a piece of paper. She placed it on the coffee table between them. It was a check.

Destiny stared at it. $100,000. “This check is yours,” Victoria said calmly. “Take it. Leave Boston tonight. Never contact my son again.” Destiny looked up at Victoria in shock. “You want me to disappear? I want you to be realistic. $100,000 is more money than you would make in 5 years as a waitress. Take it.

Start a new life somewhere else. Raise your child alone. You will be fine. I do not want your money. I want Brandon. Brandon does not know what he wants. He is confused. In a year, he will forget about you. Victoria’s voice became colder. If you do not take this money and leave, I will make your life very difficult, Miss Miller. I have lawyers.

I have connections. I can make sure you never work in Boston again. I can tie you up in legal battles for years. You cannot fight me. You have nothing. Destiny felt tears in her eyes. She was 3 months pregnant. She had $800 in her bank account. She lived alone in Boston. Her mother was a,000 miles away in Ohio. Victoria Wellington was one of the richest women in Massachusetts.

Why are you doing this? Destiny whispered. I am protecting my family. Victoria pushed the check closer. Take it. Leave tonight. This is the best option for everyone. Destiny’s hands shook. She looked at the check. $100,000. She could leave Boston. She could have the baby somewhere safe. She would not have to fight the Wellington family.

But Brandon loved her. Did he not? Except Brandon was in New York. He did what his mother told him to do. He left Destiny alone when she needed him most. Destiny picked up the check. Tears ran down her face. “Smart girl,” Victoria said. Destiny stood up. She did not look at Victoria.

She walked out of the sitting room, through the hallway, and out the front door. She walked down the long driveway with the check in her shaking hand. Her other hand rested on her stomach where her baby was growing. She did not look back at the mansion. Destiny took the bus back to her apartment. The ride took an hour. She stared out the window but saw nothing.

The check was folded in her jacket pocket. She could feel it there like it was burning through the fabric. When she reached her apartment building, she climbed the three flights of stairs slowly. Her legs felt heavy. She unlocked her door and went inside. The apartment was tiny, one room with a bed, a small kitchen area, and a bathroom.

This had been her home for 2 years. Destiny sat on her bed. She pulled out the check and stared at it again. $100,000, more money than she had ever seen in her life. She thought about her mother working two jobs in Ohio. She thought about eating cereal for dinner as a child because there was no money for anything else.

She thought about Victoria’s cold green eyes. Asterisk, you have nothing.Destiny started crying. She cried for 20 minutes. Then she stopped. She wiped her face. She stood up and pulled her suitcase from under the bed. If she stayed in Boston, Victoria would destroy her. If she stayed, she would spend years fighting lawyers while trying to raise a baby alone.

Brandon was too weak to stand up to his mother. He proved that by going to New York when Destiny needed him. She had to leave. She had to survive. She had to protect her baby. Destiny packed her clothes. She did not own much. Everything fit in two suitcases. She packed the photos she had of Brandon. She packed the necklace he gave her for her birthday.

She left the books because they were too heavy. At 9:00 that night, Destiny called her manager at the harbor side. Tom, this is Destiny. I have to quit. I am leaving Boston tonight. What? Destiny, what happened? Are you okay? I cannot explain. I am sorry. Thank you for everything. She hung up before he could ask more questions.

Then she called a taxi. She gave the driver her address and told him she was going to Logan Airport. The taxi arrived 30 minutes later. Destiny took one last look at her apartment. She had been so hopeful when she moved here 2 years ago. She thought Boston would give her a better life. Instead, it gave her a broken heart.

She locked the door and left the key with her landlord. She told him she was not coming back. At Logan airport, Destiny stood in front of the departure board. Where should she go? She could not go back to Ohio. Her mother lived in a one-bedroom apartment and could barely support herself. Destiny needed to go somewhere with opportunities, somewhere far from Boston.

She saw Austin, Texas on the board. She knew Austin was growing. She read an article once about technology companies moving there. The next flight was at 11:45 that night. Destiny bought a one-way ticket. It cost $320. She had 45 minutes before boarding. She sat in the airport and put her hand on her stomach.

We are going to be okay, she whispered. I promise. Brandon returned from New York 3 days later. He took a taxi straight from the airport to Destiny’s apartment. He had tried calling her for 3 days. She never answered. He told himself she was probably working. He knocked on her apartment door. No answer. He knocked again. Harder.

A man opened the door next to Destiny’s apartment. You looking for the girl who lived there? Yes. Destiny Miller. Is she home? She moved out three nights ago. Left in a taxi with two suitcases. Gave her key to the landlord. Brandon felt his chest tighten. She moved out. Did she say where she was going? Nope.

Just said she was not coming back. Brandon ran down the stairs. He drove to the Harborside restaurant. He found Tom, the manager. Where is Destiny? I need to talk to her. Tom looked uncomfortable. She quit 3 days ago. Brandon, she called me late at night and said she was leaving Boston. Did she say why? Did she say where she went? No, she just said she had to go.

She sounded upset. Brandon drove back to the Wellington mansion. He was shaking. Something was very wrong. He found Victoria in her study. Where is Destiny? Brandon demanded. Victoria looked up from her computer. Excuse me. Destiny is gone. She moved out of her apartment. She quit her job. She left Boston.

What did you do? Victoria closed her laptop slowly. Sit down, Brandon. I do not want to sit down. What did you do? Victoria sighed. I met with her while you were in New York. We had a conversation. What kind of conversation? An honest one. I told her that you and she were not compatible. I offered her money to leave Boston and start over somewhere else.

Brandon felt like the room was spinning. You paid her to leave. I gave her $100,000. She took it. She left that same night. Victoria’s voice was calm. Brandon, if she really loved you, she would not have taken the money. She would have stayed and fought for you. But she did not. She took the money and ran. You are lying. I am not lying. I have the bank records.

She cashed the check. Victoria stood up and walked to Brandon. I know this hurts, but it is better you learn the truth now. That girl did not love you. She loved your money. Brandon backed away from his mother. I do not believe you. Destiny would not do that. Then where is she Brandon? If I am lying, why did she disappear? Brandon had no answer.

He left the study. He went to his room. He tried calling Destiny again. The phone rang and rang. No answer. He tried for two weeks. He called a hundred times. He hired a private investigator to search for her. But Destiny Miller had vanished completely. After a month, Brandon started to believe his mother. Destiny took the money. She left him.

She never really loved him. Brandon became quiet and sad. He stopped smiling. He worked at the family company, but he felt empty inside. Victoria told him to forget about destiny. She said time would heal him. Two years later, Victoria introduced Brandon to Sarah Chen at acharity event. Sarah was a lawyer. Her family was wealthy. Victoria approved.

Brandon agreed to date Sarah because he did not care anymore. A year after that, they got married. The wedding was at a luxury hotel in Boston. 300 people attended. Brandon wore a tuxedo and smiled for photos, but his eyes were empty. He thought about Destiny everyday. He wondered where she was. He wondered if she ever thought about him.

He did not know she was raising his children. Destiny arrived in Austin at 2:00 in the morning. The airport was quiet. She took a taxi to a cheap motel near downtown. The room cost $50 a night. It had a bed, a television, and a bathroom. That was all she needed. She lay in the unfamiliar bed and stared at the ceiling. She had left Boston.

She had left Brandon. She was alone and pregnant in a city where she knew no one. But she had $100,000. She had to make it last. She had to be smart. The next morning, Destiny started looking for an apartment. She found a small one-bedroom place for $800 a month. It was clean and safe. She signed a 6-month lease and paid 3 months upfront.

Then, Destiny went to a free health clinic. She needed to see a doctor about her pregnancy. The clinic was crowded with people who had no insurance. Destiny waited for 2 hours. Finally, a doctor called her name. Miss Miller, come with me. The doctor was a tired-l looking woman in her 50s. Her name was Dr. Patterson. She asked Destiny questions about her health and her pregnancy.

Then she did an ultrasound. Dr. Patterson looked at the screen for a long time. She frowned. Then she turned the screen toward destiny. Miss Miller, do you see these three shapes? Destiny looked. She saw what looked like three small beans. What are they? Those are three babies. You are pregnant with triplets. Destiny stared at the screen.

She could not breathe. Three babies? Yes, triplets. It is rare, but it happens. You are about 14 weeks along. All three babies look healthy so far. Dr. Patterson kept talking about nutrition and prenatal vitamins. Destiny heard nothing. She stared at the three shapes on the screen. Three babies, not one, three.

How was she going to raise three babies alone? Destiny left the clinic in shock. She walked to a park and sat on a bench. She put both hands on her stomach. Three babies. She started crying again. She thought about calling Brandon and she thought about telling him the truth about his mother and about the babies. But then she imagined Victoria hiring lawyers. She imagined custody battles.

She imagined the Wellington family taking her babies away from her. No, she had to do this alone. She had to be strong. Destiny went to the Austin Public Library. She spent the entire afternoon there. She read books about investing. She read books about starting businesses. She read everything she could find about money.

If she was going to raise three babies alone, she needed more than $100,000. She needed to make that money grow. She needed to be smart and disciplined. For 3 weeks, Destiny went to the library every day. She took notes. She researched technology companies in Austin and Silicon Valley. She researched real estate.

She looked for free investment seminars in Austin. One evening, she found a flyer for a free seminar called Investment Basics for Beginners. It was happening the next night at a community center. Destiny went. About 30 people sat in a room listening to a speaker. The speaker was an old man with white hair and kind eyes. His name was Robert Hayes.

He talked about how to research companies before investing. He talked about patience and discipline. After the seminar, people asked Robert questions. Destiny waited until everyone else left. Then she approached him. Mr. Hayes, can I ask you something? Robert looked at her. Of course. What is your name? Destiny Miller.

I have some money to invest. I want to make smart choices, but I do not know how to start. Robert studied her. How much money do you have? $100,000. Robert raised his eyebrows. That is a good amount. Do you have a financial adviser? No, I have no one. I am alone. Robert saw something in Destiny’s eyes. Determination, intelligence, hunger.

Why do you want to invest, Destiny? Destiny put her hand on her pregnant stomach. Because I am going to have three babies. I need to give them a future. I cannot waste this money. It is all I have. Robert was quiet for a moment. Then he smiled. Meet me at the library tomorrow at 2:00. Bring your research notes.

I will teach you what you need to know. Destiny arrived at the Austin Public Library at 2:00 the next day. She carried a notebook filled with research about technology companies. She found Robert Hayes sitting at a table near the windows. He had a laptop and several folders. Sit down, Destiny. Show me what you have found.

Destiny opened her notebook. I researched three companies. This one makes software for hospitals. This one builds security systems. This one creates apps for mobile phones. Allthree are small companies in Austin or California. They are not public yet. Robert looked at her notes. He nodded slowly. You did good research.

How did you find these companies? I read technology news websites. I looked at which companies are getting investment from bigger companies. I called some of them and asked questions. You called them? Yes. I pretended I was a student writing a paper. People talked to me. Robert laughed. Smart. Very smart. He pulled out his laptop.

Let me show you how to analyze a company’s value. We need to look at their revenue, their growth rate, and their management team. For 2 hours, Robert taught Destiny how to read financial statements. He explained which numbers were important and which ones did not matter. Destiny listened carefully and took notes. The hospital software company is your best choice.

Robert said, “Hoss need better technology. This company has a product that works and they already have customers. The security company is also good but riskier. How much should I invest? Destiny asked. Do not invest everything at once. Put 30,000 into the hospital company. Put 20,000 into the security company. Keep the rest as savings.

You will need it when the babies come. They met at the library three times a week for the next 2 months. Robert taught Destiny everything he knew. He had been an investor for 40 years before he retired. He had no children and his wife had died 5 years ago. Teaching Destiny gave him purpose again. Destiny invested $50,000 total in three companies.

She kept the other 50,000 for living expenses and medical costs. Destiny’s pregnancy became more difficult as the months passed. Her stomach grew huge. She could barely walk. She had no friends in Austin. Robert checked on her, but he was 70 years old and could not help her much. When Destiny was 8 and 1/2 months pregnant, she could not sleep.

Her back hurt constantly. She lived on the second floor, and climbing the stairs was painful, but she never complained. Every night after trying to sleep, she sat at her small kitchen table with her laptop. She researched more companies. She read business news. She checked her investments. The hospital software company was growing fast.

Her $30,000 investment was now worth $45,000. One night in June, Destiny felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Then water ran down her legs. She grabbed her phone and called a taxi. I need to go to Del Seatan Medical Center. I am in labor. The taxi arrived in 10 minutes. The driver was a woman in her 60s. She saw Destiny’s huge stomach and drove fast.

“Is someone meeting you at the hospital?” the driver asked. “No, I am alone.” The driver looked worried but said nothing. At the hospital, nurses put Destiny in a wheelchair. They brought her to the maternity ward. A doctor examined her. You are having triplets, correct? Yes. You are dilated 6 cm. The babies are coming soon.

Is your partner coming? I do not have a partner. The doctor nodded. She had seen this before. Okay, we will take care of you. Do not worry. Destiny was in labor for 8 hours. The pain was terrible, SA. She screamed and cried. She had no one to hold her hand. The nurses were kind, but they had other patients.

Finally, at 6:30 in the morning on June 15th, the first baby was born, a boy. 2 minutes later, the second baby, another boy. 3 minutes after that, a girl. The doctor placed all three babies on Destiny’s chest. They were tiny and red and crying. Destiny looked at them and started crying, too. “What are their names?” a nurse asked.

Destiny had thought about this for months. The first boy is James. The second boy is Michael. The girl is Emma. Beautiful names. The nurse took the babies to clean them and check their health. Destiny lay in the hospital bed exhausted and alone. She stared at the ceiling. She was a mother now. She had three children.

She was 22 years old. A nurse came back. All three babies are healthy. They are small but strong. You did very well, Miss Miller. Thank you. Is there anyone you want to call? Family. The father. Destiny thought about Brandon. She wondered what he was doing right now. Did he think about her? Did he hate her for leaving? No, Destiny said.

There is no one. Robert visited Destiny at the hospital the next day. He brought flowers and baby clothes. “Three babies,” Robert said, looking at them through the nursery window. “You are very brave, Destiny.” “I am scared, Robert. How am I going to take care of three babies alone? One day at a time. That is all you can do.

” Destiny went home 3 days later. A hospital social worker drove her and the babies to her apartment. Destiny carried James. The social worker carried Michael and Emma. They climbed the stairs slowly. Inside the apartment, Destiny had three cribs. She bought them used from a website. She put each baby in a crib. They slept peacefully.

The social worker looked around the small apartment. Will you be okay here alone? Yes, I will be fine. After the socialworker left, Destiny sat on the floor between the three cribs. She watched her babies sleep. She felt overwhelmed and exhausted and terrified, but she also felt determined.

These babies would have everything she never had. She would make sure of it. The first year was the hardest year of Destiny’s life. The babies woke up every 2 hours. Destiny fed them, changed them, cleaned them. She barely slept. She barely ate. Her body was exhausted. But every night after the babies finally slept, Destiny opened her laptop.

She checked her investments. She read business news. She researched new opportunities. Robert visited once a week. He held the babies while Destiny showered or made food. He looked at her investment portfolio. “The hospital software company is doing very well,” Robert said one evening. “Your investment is now worth $60,000.

” “Really?” Destiny felt a small spark of hope. “Yes, and I found another opportunity. A small company in Silicon Valley is creating new security technology. They need investors. I think you should put 10,000 into it. Destiny looked at her three sleeping children. Okay, let’s do it.

Over the next 2 years, Destiny’s investments grew steadily. The hospital software company was bought by a larger corporation. Destiny’s initial $30,000 investment was now worth $1.2 million. She moved to a bigger apartment with three bedrooms. She bought a car. She hired a part-time nanny so she could focus more on investing. The security company Robert found went public.

Destiny’s $10,000 investment was now worth $300,000. By the time James, Michael, and Emma turned 3 years old. Destiny was worth over $10 million. She sat in her new apartment and called Robert. It is working, Robert. Everything you taught me is working. Robert laughed. I taught you the basics.

You did the rest yourself. You have a gift, Destiny. You see opportunities other people miss. In Boston, Brandon’s life moved forward like a slow, sad movie. He worked at Wellington real estate. He went to meetings. He closed deals. He made his mother proud. But inside he was empty. Victoria arranged for Brandon to meet Sarah Chen at a charity fundraiser.

Sarah was beautiful and intelligent. She was a corporate lawyer. Her parents owned restaurants and hotels. Victoria approved immediately. Sarah is perfect for you, Victoria said. She comes from a good family. She understands business. You should date her. Brandon did not argue. He did not care anymore.

He agreed to have dinner with Sarah. Sarah was nice. They talked about work and books and travel. She laughed at his jokes. She was easy to be around, but Brandon felt nothing, no excitement, no passion, just emptiness. They dated for a year. Sarah wanted to get married. Her parents wanted them to get married.

Victoria definitely wanted them to get married. Brandon said yes because he had no reason to say no. The wedding was planned for October 5th. It took place at the Four Seasons Hotel in Boston. 300 guests attended. The room was decorated with white roses and candles. Everything was elegant and expensive. Brandon stood at the altar in his tuxedo.

He watched Sarah walk down the aisle in her white dress. She looked beautiful. Everyone smiled. But when Brandon said, “I do.” He thought about destiny. He wondered where she was. He wondered if she was happy. He wondered if she ever regretted taking the money and leaving. He did not know she was in Texas raising his three children.

He did not know she was building an empire. He did not know that one day she would come back and change everything. After the wedding, Brandon and Sarah moved into a house in Beacon Hill. They went to work. They attended charity events. They had dinner with their parents. They lived the life Victoria wanted for them.

But they were not happy. Sarah knew Brandon did not love her. Brandon knew Sarah married him for status and security. They were polite to each other. They slept in the same bed, but barely touched. 2 years after the wedding, Sarah asked Brandon, “Do you ever think about her?” The waitress from before. Brandon looked at his wife.

“Every day.” Sarah nodded. She was not surprised. “I know you do not love me, Brandon, but this is the life we chose. We should try to make the best of it.” “You are right,” Brandon said. But he did not believe it. In Austin, Destiny received a phone call from Robert. Destiny, the security company just got bought by a major tech corporation.

Your investment just became worth $50 million. Destiny sat down on her couch. James, Michael, and Emma were playing with toys on the floor. 50 million? Yes. Congratulations. You are officially very rich. After she hung up, Destiny looked at her three children. They were healthy and happy. They had everything they needed.

But Destiny thought about Victoria Wellington. She thought about the cold mansion in Brooklyn. She thought about how Victoria treated her. One day she would go back. One day Victoria would see what the poor waitress became. Butthat day would have to wait. First, Destiny had to make sure her children were completely secure.

$50 million was a lot of money, but it was not enough. Not yet. Over the next 3 years, Destiny’s investments continued to grow. The security company stock went public and tripled in value. She invested in a small artificial intelligence company in California. She bought real estate in Austin and Houston. She worked with Robert to find every opportunity.

Robert was proud of her. You have the best investment instincts I have ever seen. Destiny, better than people with business degrees from Harvard. Destiny smiled. I had a good teacher. When the triplets turned 5 years old, Destiny’s total wealth was over $3 billion. She was one of the richest self-made women in America.

Business magazines wanted to interview her. They wanted to know her story. She refused every request. She wanted privacy. One evening, Destiny sat with Robert at a coffee shop in downtown Austin. The triplets were at home with their nanny. I am thinking about moving, Destiny said. Moving? Where? Miami, Florida. I want to be near the ocean.

I want the children to grow up somewhere beautiful. Robert nodded. That is a good choice. Miami has opportunities, too. Real estate, technology, international business. He paused. But that is not the only reason you want to go to Miami, is it? Destiny looked at her mentor. What do you mean? Miami is close to Boston. Not too close, but close enough.

Destiny said nothing. You are still thinking about them, Robert said gently. The Wellington family. Every day. Destiny, you have built something amazing. You went from nothing to billions. You have three beautiful, healthy children. Is revenge really worth it? It is not revenge, Robert. It is justice. I want Victoria Wellington to see what she tried to destroy.

I want her to know she was wrong about me. Robert sighed. Just be careful. Rich people protect each other. The Wellingtons have power. So do I. Now. 3 months later, Destiny moved to Miami. She bought a mansion in Coral Gables for $20 million. The house had eight bedrooms, a pool, and a view of the ocean. The triplets ran through the huge rooms laughing.

“Mom, this house is like a castle!” Michael shouted. Emma found the art room. Can I paint here? Can this be my room? James looked out the window at the water. Why is the ocean so blue here? Destiny smiled. Because we are in paradise now. They enrolled in the best private school in Miami. The children made friends.

They took swimming lessons and art classes. Destiny hired tutors for music and languages. She wanted them to have every advantage, but she also wanted them to know the truth. One evening, Destiny sat with all three children in the living room. They were 5 years old now, old enough to understand. I need to talk to you about something important, Destiny said.

James looked worried. Are we in trouble? No, baby. Nothing like that. Destiny took a deep breath. I need to tell you about your father. The three children looked at each other. They knew other kids at school had fathers. They had asked Destiny about their father before, but she always said she would explain when they were older.

“Do we have a father?” Emma asked quietly. “Yes, you do. His name is Brandon Wellington. He is a good man who lives in Boston. Why does he not live with us? Michael asked. Because he does not know you exist. The children looked confused. Destiny pulled out her phone. She showed them a photo of Brandon. It was an old picture from 6 years ago when they were dating. This is your father.

He has blue eyes just like you and brown hair. Emma stared at the photo. Why does he not know about us? Because when I was pregnant with you, his mother did something wrong. Her name is Victoria Wellington. She is your grandmother. Victoria did not want your father to be with me. She gave me money and told me to leave Boston.

I was scared and alone, so I left. I came to Texas and you were born there. James asked, “Does our father know you left?” He knows I left, but he does not know why, and he does not know about you three. Why did Grandma Victoria not want you to be with our father? Emma’s eyes were filling with tears. Destiny chose her words carefully.

Because I was poor. I worked as a waitress. Victoria thought I was not good enough for her family. But she was wrong. I am successful now. And you three are the most wonderful children in the world. Michael stood up. Can we meet our father? Yes. One day soon you will meet him. What about Grandma Victoria? James asked. Will we meet her too? Yes.

But I need you to understand something. Your grandmother made a mistake. She hurt me and she kept you away from your father. But people can change. We will give her a chance. Emma climbed into Destiny’s lap. Will our father love us? Destiny hugged her daughter. He will love you so much. I promise. That night, after the children went to bed, Destiny opened her laptop. Shehired a private investigator.

His name was David Chen. He was based in Boston and specialized in researching wealthy families. I need information about the Wellington family, Destiny told him on the phone. Victoria Wellington and her son Brandon. I want to know everything about their lives for the past 6 years. Where they go, who they see, what businesses they are involved in. I can do that.

When do you need this information? As soon as possible. Money is not a problem. Two weeks later, David sent Destiny a detailed report. She sat in her home office and read it. With every page, her heart broke a little more. Brandon had married a woman named Sarah Chen 3 years ago. They lived in Boston.

They attended charity events together. There were photos of them smiling at parties. Destiny stared at a photo of Brandon and Sarah at their wedding. Brandon wore a tuxedo. Sarah wore a white dress. They looked perfect together. He moved on. Destiny thought he forgot about me. But then she read David’s notes. Sources say the marriage is cold and formal.

They rarely show affection in public. Brandon appears unhappy in recent photos. Destiny kept reading. The next section made her angry. Very angry. Victoria Wellington had hired her own investigators two years ago. Victoria discovered that Destiny was in Austin. Victoria learned that Destiny was becoming wealthy and Victoria tried to destroy her.

David’s report included emails and phone records. Victoria contacted some of Destiny’s business partners. She spread lies. She said Destiny was unreliable and dishonest. She tried to block some of Destiny’s deals, but Victoria failed. Destiny was too powerful by then. Her reputation was too strong. The sabotage attempts went nowhere.

Destiny closed the laptop. She sat in the dark office shaking with anger. Victoria did not just hurt her 6 years ago. Victoria was still trying to hurt her. Victoria saw that destiny was becoming successful and could not accept it. This was not just about separating her from Brandon. This was about control.

Victoria could not stand the idea that the poor waitress became richer than the Wellingtons. Destiny made a decision. She would confront Victoria. She would make Victoria face the truth. And she would do it in a way that Victoria would never forget. The next day, Destiny called the best law firm in Miami. She asked for their top family lawyer.

She met with Thomas Grant 2 days later. Thomas was 50 years old with gray hair and sharp eyes. He had handled custody cases for billionaires and celebrities. Miss Miller, what can I do for you? I need to establish paternity for my three children. Their father does not know they exist. I want him to know. I also want to confront his mother who paid me to disappear 6 years ago.

Thomas leaned forward. Tell me everything. Destiny told him the whole story. Victoria’s offer, the $100,000, the pregnancy, the triplets, her success, Victoria’s attempts at sabotage. When she finished, Thomas was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “This is a strong case. We have the check from 6 years ago. We can get DNA evidence.

We can prove everything you are saying. What exactly do you want to happen? I want Brandon to meet his children. I want shared custody. I want Victoria to apologize for what she did. And I want to do this publicly. I want Victoria to understand that she does not control everything. Thomas nodded.

I can help you with all of that, but I need to warn you this will be messy. The Wellingtons will fight back. They have lawyers and resources. So do I, Destiny said calmly. I am worth over $3 billion. I can fight as long as necessary. Thomas smiled. Then let’s begin. First, we need to get DNA evidence. Do you have anything that belonged to Brandon? Hair, clothing, anything.

I have a shirt he left at my apartment 6 years ago. I kept it. Perfect. We will test that against samples from your children. Once we have proof, we need to plan how to approach the family. Destiny thought for a moment. I want to do it face to face. I want to see Victoria’s expression when she realizes what she lost. Do you know when the Wellington family will be in Miami? Not yet, but I will find out. Thomas stood up.

This is going to be quite a confrontation, Miss Miller. Are you ready for this? Destiny thought about the cold mansion in Brooklyn. She thought about Victoria’s cruel words. She thought about six years of raising her children alone. She thought about Victoria trying to sabotage her business. I am ready. After leaving Thomas’s office, Destiny called David, the investigator.

I need one more thing. Find out when the Wellington family will be in Miami. I heard Sarah Chen’s parents have a home here. They must visit. I will find out. 2 days later, David called back. The Wellingtons come to Miami every year for New Year’s Eve. They celebrate on their yacht in Miami Harbor. They have done it for the past 3 years. New Year’s Eve.

That was 8 months away. Perfect. Destinythought. That gives me time to prepare. Destiny spent the next week planning every detail. She met with Thomas Grant three more times. They reviewed legal strategies. They discussed custody laws in Florida and Massachusetts. They prepared documents. I have the DNA results, Thomas said during their third meeting.

He placed a folder on his desk. Brandon Wellington is definitively the father of all three children. 99.9% certainty. Destiny opened the folder. She looked at the scientific charts and numbers. This was proof. Undeniable proof. Good. Keep these documents safe. We will need them when the time comes. Thomas nodded.

Now, we need to think about the confrontation itself. How do you want to approach this? Destiny had been thinking about this for weeks. I want to do it on New Year’s Eve when they are on their yacht. But I need to make an impression. I need Victoria to understand that I am not the poor waitress anymore. What do you have in mind? Destiny smiled.

I am going to buy a yacht. A big one. Thomas raised his eyebrows. How big? Bigger than theirs. The next day, Destiny drove to Fort Lauderdale. She had an appointment with a luxury yacht broker named Richard Peton. His office overlooked the marina. Through the windows, Destiny could see dozens of expensive boats.

Richard was a man in his 60s with silver hair and a tan. He wore a white linen suit. He shook Destiny’s hand. Miss Miller, welcome. I understand you are interested in purchasing a yacht. Yes. I need something very large, at least 300 ft, multiple decks, every luxury feature available. Richard’s eyes widened slightly. That is a mega yacht.

There are only a few available for sale at that size. They are very expensive. Money is not a problem. Show me what you have. Richard pulled out a catalog. He showed Destiny photos of three yachts. The first was 280 ft long. The second was 310 ft. The third was 320 ft. This one is called Ocean Dream, Richard said, pointing to the 310 ft yacht.

It has seven luxury suites, a pool, a helicopter pad, a gym, a movie theater, and a full crew. It was owned by a Saudi businessman who is selling it. The price is $200 million. Destiny looked at the photos. The yacht was beautiful and massive. It was perfect. I want to see it. Of course. It is currently docked in Fort Lauderdale.

We can go now if you like. They took Richard’s car to the marina. When they arrived, Destiny saw the yacht. It was enormous. It was gleaming white and looked like a floating palace. Richard led her aboard. The interior was stunning. Everything was marble and gold and expensive wood. The master suite was bigger than Destiny’s first apartment in Boston.

The pool was on the upper deck with a view of the ocean. “What do you think?” Richard asked. Destiny stood on the highest deck. She imagined Victoria’s face when she saw this yacht. She imagined pulling up next to the Wellington’s small boat. She imagined Victoria realizing who owned it. I will take it. Richard blinked. You will take it. Just like that.

Do not you want to think about it? No, I want to buy it today. How fast can we complete the transaction? Well, with something this expensive, it usually takes several weeks. Bank transfers, legal paperwork, inspections. I can pay in cash. I can have the money transferred today. I want this yacht delivered to Miami Harbor within 1 month. Richard stared at her.

Miss Miller, who are you? Destiny smiled. Someone who knows what she wants. 3 weeks later, the yacht was delivered to Miami Harbor. Destiny stood on the dock and watched it arrive. Workers had changed the name. On the side of the yacht, in huge black letters, was the word destiny. People stopped and stared. News helicopters flew overhead filming it.

By that evening, the local news was reporting on the mysterious billionaire who bought one of the largest yachts in Florida. Destiny hired a crew of 15 people. She hired a captain named William Porter, who had worked on mega yachts for 20 years. She paid them well and told them to keep the yacht in perfect condition. The triplets were excited when they saw it.

Destiny took them aboard one afternoon. Michael ran through every room shouting with joy, “Mom, this is amazing. It is huge. Can we live here?” “No, baby. We live in our house, but we can come here whenever we want.” Emma found the art studio on the yacht. Someone had put painting supplies there. Is this for me? Yes, sweetheart.

You can paint here. James explored quietly. He found the library filled with books. He looked at Destiny with wide eyes. Are all these books ours? Yes, James. Everything on this yacht is ours. That night, after the children went to bed, Destiny stood on the deck of her yacht alone. The Miami lights reflected on the water.

She thought about how far she had come. 6 years ago, she was a scared waitress taking a bus across the country. Now she owned a $200 million yacht. But it was not about the money. It was about showing Victoria that she was wrong. It was aboutjustice. As New Year’s Eve approached, Destiny prepared the children.

One evening in late December, she sat them down in the living room. They were 6 years old now. They were smart and understood more. “Remember when I told you about your father?” Destiny began. The three children nodded. They asked about Brandon often. “You are going to meet him very soon on New Year’s Eve.” Emma’s face lit up.

“Really? We are going to meet Daddy?” Yes, he will be here in Miami on his family’s yacht. We are going to sail our yacht next to his and you are going to meet him. Michael pumped his fist. Yes, I cannot wait. James looked worried. What if he does not like us? Destiny pulled James close. He will love you. I promise.

Your father is a good man. He just did not know you existed. Will Grandma Victoria be there? Emma asked quietly. “Yes, she will be there, too.” James frowned. “But Grandma Victoria was mean to you. Why do we have to meet her?” “Because she is your grandmother, and because people deserve second chances.

Your grandmother made a mistake. But maybe she has changed. We will give her a chance to make things right.” Destiny looked at all three of her children. I need you to be brave, okay? This will be a big moment. There will be a lot of emotions. Your father will be shocked. He did not know about you, but I need you to be strong and polite.

We will, Mom, James said seriously. Good. Now, we need to go shopping. I want you to look your best when you meet your father. The next day, Destiny took the children to the most expensive children’s clothing store in Miami. She bought Michael a designer suit. She bought James dress pants and a button-up shirt. She bought Emma a beautiful blue dress with white shoes.

The total cost was over $5,000. Destiny did not care. She wanted Victoria to see that her grandchildren lacked nothing. She wanted Victoria to see that they were raised with love and wealth. On December 30th, David, the investigator, called Destiny, the Wellington yacht just arrived in Miami Harbor.

They are docked at the South End. Your information was correct. Victoria Wellington, Brandon Wellington, and Sarah Chen are all there. Destiny felt her heart beat faster. Thank you, David. She called Thomas Grant immediately. They are here. Everything is ready. Do you have the documents? Thomas asked. Yes. The DNA results, the bank records showing Victoria’s payment.

Everything. Good. I will meet you at the yacht tomorrow at noon. We will go over everything one more time before the confrontation. That night, Destiny could not sleep. She stood on her bedroom balcony looking at the ocean. Tomorrow everything would change. Tomorrow Brandon would learn he had three children.

Victoria would face the consequences of what she did 6 years ago. Destiny thought about Brandon. She wondered if he still thought about her. She wondered if he was happy with Sarah. Part of her was still angry that he married someone else, but mostly she just wanted him to know his children. Tomorrow would bring truth.

Tomorrow would bring justice. On New Year’s Eve morning, Destiny woke up early. She showered and dressed in an elegant black dress. She wore diamond earrings and a necklace. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked powerful and wealthy. She looked nothing like the scared waitress who left Boston 6 years ago. She woke the children and helped them get dressed.

Michael struggled with his tie. Emma wanted her hair in a specific style. James was quiet and nervous. It is going to be okay. Destiny told them, “Remember, your father loves you even though he has not met you yet. Just be yourselves.” Thomas Grant arrived at the mansion at 11:00. He carried his leather briefcase with all the documents.

He wore a gray suit and looked very professional. Are you ready, Miss Miller? I am ready. They drove to Miami Harbor. The yacht crew was waiting. Captain Porter greeted them. Good morning, Miss Miller. Where would you like us to sail? Destiny pulled out a photo of the Wellington yacht. Find this yacht. Park directly next to it.

Captain Porter looked at the photo. He nodded. Understood. The yacht left the dock at noon. Destiny stood on the upper deck with her children and her lawyer. The wind blew through her hair. The sun was bright. Miami Harbor was filled with boats celebrating New Year’s Eve. There, Captain Porter called out. He pointed to a yacht about half a mile away.

That is the Wellington yacht. Destiny looked through binoculars. She saw people on the deck. She recognized Victoria’s silver hair. She recognized Brandon’s face. After 6 years, she was seeing him again. Her hands trembled slightly as she lowered the binoculars. Emma tugged on her dress. Is that Daddy’s boat, Mommy? Yes, baby.

That is his boat. Michael looked disappointed. It is so small. Thomas Grant smiled. That is the point. Captain Porter steered the massive yacht closer to the Wellington boat. Destiny could see everything clearly now.Victoria stood on the deck wearing a dark blue dress and diamonds. She held a champagne glass.

Brandon stood next to her in a white shirt and khaki pants. A woman with straight black hair stood on his other side. That must be Sarah. Destiny’s chest felt tight. Brandon looked older. His face was more serious than she remembered. He did not look happy. Mom, I am scared. James whispered. Destiny knelt down to her children’s level. “Listen to me, all three of you.

You are smart, beautiful, and strong. Your father is going to love you. Do not be afraid. What do we say when we see him? Emma asked. You say hello. You tell him your names. And you smile. Michael grinned. I can do that. On the Wellington yacht, Brandon stood holding a glass of champagne he did not want. He had been in Miami for 2 days.

He hated these New Year’s Eve trips. He hated pretending to be happy. He hated making small talk with Sarah’s parents. That morning he had stood in his hotel room getting dressed. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was 34 years old. He had everything most people wanted. Money, a successful career, a beautiful wife, but he felt dead inside.

He thought about destiny. He always thought about her on New Year’s Eve. Six years ago, they had celebrated together at a small bar in Cambridge. She wore a red dress. They danced and laughed. At midnight, Brandon kissed her and thought he was the luckiest man alive. Now he was married to a woman he did not love.

His mother still controlled his life, and destiny was gone forever. Sarah noticed him staring at the water. Are you okay? I am fine. You do not look fine. You look miserable. Sarah, can we not do this today? Sarah’s mother, Helen Chen, walked over. She wore an expensive white dress. Brandon, dear, you should smile more.

People are watching. Brandon wanted to tell her that he did not care who was watching, but he just nodded and drank his champagne. Victoria stood at the front of the yacht. She raised her glass. “Everyone, can I have your attention, please?” The small group gathered around her. Sarah’s parents, Sarah, Brandon, two crew members.

“I want to make a toast,” Victoria began. “This year has been wonderful for the Wellington family. Our business grew by 30%. Brandon closed three major deals, and we are here together, healthy and successful. To the Wellington family. Everyone raised their glasses. To the Wellington family. Brandon drank. The champagne tasted bitter.

Sarah walked to the railing and looked out at the harbor. Her mother followed her. How are things with Brandon? Helen asked quietly. Sarah sighed. Distant. He barely talks to me anymore. I think he thinks about someone from his past. Well, you need to try harder. The Wellington name is important. Do not let this marriage fall apart.

Sarah said nothing. She knew her mother was right, but she also knew Brandon would never love her. This marriage was a business arrangement. Nothing more. A crew member named David suddenly pointed at the horizon. Mr. Wellington, look at that. Everyone turned. A massive yacht was approaching.

It was enormous, at least three times the size of their yacht. It gleamed white in the afternoon sun. “My god!” Sarah’s father said. “That is one of the largest private yachts I have ever seen.” Victoria frowned. “Who owns that?” The yacht came closer and closer. It was moving directly toward them. Brandon watched with growing confusion.

Why was such a large yacht coming to this spot? Miami Harbor was huge. There was plenty of space everywhere. The mega yacht slowed down. It was now only 50 ft away. The crew was preparing to dock it right next to the Wellington yacht. They are parking next to us, David, the crew member said. Victoria looked annoyed.

That is very rude. We were here first. As the yacht turned, Brandon saw the name on the side. Huge black letters spelled out Destiny. Brandon felt a strange chill run through his body. Destiny. That was Destiny’s name. But it could not be. It was just a coincidence. The mega yacht docked perfectly next to theirs.

The crew tied the boats together. Everyone on the Wellington yacht stared up at the massive vessel. “Look at the upper deck,” Sarah said. Brandon looked up. A woman appeared on the highest deck. She was tall and elegant. She wore a black dress and diamond jewelry. Her hair was styled perfectly. Next to her were three children, two boys and a girl.

They wore expensive clothes. Brandon stared at the woman. Something about her was familiar. The way she moved, the shape of her face. Then she turned and looked directly at him. Brandon’s heart stopped. It was destiny. But she looked completely different. She looked powerful. She looked wealthy. She looked like she owned the world.

Brandon could not move. He could not breathe. His mind could not process what he was seeing. Victoria stepped forward. She stared up at the woman. Her face went completely pale. No, Victoria whispered. It cannot be. Sarah looked at Brandon. Who is thatwoman? Brandon, why are you staring at her? Brandon could not answer.

He was staring at the three children standing next to Destiny. Two boys with matching faces. One girl with curly hair. All three of them had dark brown skin and striking blue eyes. Is blue eyes. Brandon, who are those people? Sarah demanded. Destiny smiled. She took her children’s hands. She said something to them that Brandon could not hear.

The children nodded. Then Destiny and the three children walked to the railing of the upper deck. They looked down at the Wellington yacht. The children were smiling. One of the boys waved. Michael shouted first. His voice was loud and clear and happy. Hi, Daddy. Then Emma shouted, “Hi, Grandma.

” Then James, more quietly, but still loud enough to hear. Hi, Daddy. Brandon’s champagne glass slipped from his hand. It fell to the deck and shattered into hundreds of pieces. His face turned completely white. His hands started shaking. Sarah screamed, “What did those children just say?” Victoria grabbed the railing to steady herself.

She looked like she might faint. Brandon stared up at the three children. They were waving at him. They were calling him daddy. They had his eyes. “Destiny!” Brandon whispered. His voice was shaking. “What did you do?” On the upper deck, Destiny stood tall and calm. She looked down at Victoria with cold eyes.

She had waited 6 years for this moment. 6 years of planning, 6 years of building her empire, 6 years of preparing for justice. Now the Wellington family would face the truth. Thomas Grant stepped up beside Destiny. He carried his leather briefcase. He looked very professional and very serious. Brandon Wellington, Thomas called down.

My name is Thomas Grant. I am Miss Miller’s attorney. I think we need to have a conversation. May we come aboard? Brandon could not speak. His whole body was frozen. Sarah was crying. Brandon, what is happening? Who are those children? Why are they calling you daddy? Victoria finally found her voice. Destiny Miller, how dare you show your face here? Destiny smiled. Hello, Mrs.

Wellington. It has been 6 years. Did you miss me? Victoria did not answer. She was gripping the railing so hard her knuckles were white. Destiny turned to Captain Porter. Bring the boarding platform. We are going over. The crew extended a platform connecting the two yachts. Destiny held Emma’s hand. Thomas Grant held James’s hand.

Michael walked between them. They crossed from the mega yacht to the Wellington yacht. Sarah backed away. Stay off this boat. You are not welcome here. Destiny stepped onto the Wellington yacht. She looked around at the small deck. This is a nice boat, Mrs. Wellington. Small, but nice. Brandon finally moved.

He walked toward Destiny. His legs were shaking. Destiny, is that really you? Hello, Brandon. Yes, it is me. Brandon looked at the three children, then back at Destiny, then at the children again. I do not understand what is happening. Destiny took a deep breath. She had rehearsed this moment a thousand times in her head.

Brandon, I need to tell you the truth about what happened 6 years ago. The truth your mother never told you. Victoria stepped forward. Destiny, stop. We can discuss this privately. Not here. Not in front of everyone. No. Destiny said firmly. We discussed this right here. Right now. You made me leave in shame 6 years ago.

Now you will face the truth in front of everyone. Sarah’s mother, Helen, looked confused. Someone, please explain what is going on. Destiny looked directly at Brandon. 6 years ago, when I told you I was pregnant, you told your mother. Do you remember? Brandon nodded. His face was pale. Yes. And then you disappeared.

You took the money my mother offered you and you left. That is what your mother told you, but it is not the truth. Destiny turned to Victoria. Tell him, Mrs. Wellington. Tell him what really happened. Victoria said nothing. Fine, I will tell him. Destiny looked back at Brandon. Your mother invited me to her mansion while you were in New York.

She sat me down in her sitting room. She placed a check for $100,000 on the table. She told me to leave Boston immediately and never contact you again. Sarah’s father spoke up. That does not make sense. Why would you take the money if you loved him? Because I was 3 months pregnant. I had no family in Boston. I had $800 in my bank account.

Your mother told me that if I did not take the money and leave, she would destroy me. She said the Wellington family had lawyers and power. She said, “I had nothing.” Destiny’s voice was steady, but her eyes showed old pain. “I was terrified, so I took the money and I left.” Brandon stared at his mother.

“Is this true?” Victoria lifted her chin. “I did what I had to do to protect you.” “Protect me?” Brandon’s voice was rising. “From what? From making the biggest mistake of your life. She was a waitress with no education, no family, no connections. She would have ruined everything. Destiny continued.I left Boston that same night.

I moved to Austin, Texas. 5 months later, I gave birth. She turned to her three children. James, Michael, Emma, come here. The three children stepped forward. They stood in a line in front of Brandon. They looked up at him with their blue eyes. Brandon, Destiny said quietly, “These are your children.

James and Michael are twins. Emma is their sister. They are triplets. I gave birth to them 6 years ago in Austin alone. While you were in Boston, thinking I abandoned you.” Brandon stared at the children. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Sarah was crying loudly. Now, Helen and her husband looked shocked. Thomas Grant opened his briefcase.

He pulled out a folder. Mr. Wellington, I am Thomas Grant, Miss Miller’s attorney. In this folder, you will find DNA test results confirming that you are the biological father of all three children. You will also find bank records showing a payment of $100,000 from Victoria Wellington to Destiny Miller 6 years ago. Thomas handed the folder to Brandon.

Brandon’s hands were shaking so badly he almost dropped it. He opened the folder and looked at the first document. It was a DNA report. Brandon Wellington, James Miller, 99.9% probability of paternity. The same for Michael. The same for Emma. Brandon looked up at the three children. Emma stepped forward. Hi, Daddy.

She said softly. My name is Emma. I am 6 years old. I like to paint pictures. Michael stepped forward. I am Michael. I like boats. Your boat is nice, but our boat is bigger. James stepped forward last. He looked nervous. I am James. I like to read books. Brandon fell to his knees.

Tears started running down his face. You are my children. You are my babies. I missed everything. I missed your whole lives. Emma started crying, too. She walked to Brandon and hugged him. It is okay, Daddy. You did not know. Grandma Victoria made a mistake. Brandon held Emma and sobbed. Michael walked over and hugged Brandon, too.

James hesitated, then joined his siblings. All three children hugged their father for the first time. Destiny watched with tears in her eyes. She had imagined this moment so many times, but seeing it actually happen broke her heart and healed it at the same time. Sarah stumbled backward. This is not real. This cannot be real.

Brandon, tell me this is not real. Brandon looked up at his wife. His face was wet with tears. Sarah, I did not know. I swear I did not know. Sarah shook her head. I cannot do this. I cannot be here. She ran toward the cabin of the yacht. Sarah’s parents followed her. Sarah, wait. Now only Brandon, Destiny, Victoria, Thomas Grant, and the three children remained on the deck. Brandon slowly stood up.

He was still holding Emma’s hand. He turned to his mother. His face was no longer sad. It was angry. It was furious. “Mother, look at me.” Victoria looked at her son. For the first time in her life, she looked afraid. “These are my children,” Brandon said. His voice was shaking with rage. “My children. I have three children that I knew nothing about.

For 6 years, I thought Destiny abandoned me for money. For 6 years, I thought she never loved me. But the truth is, you stole them from me. You stole my family. Brandon, please understand. Understand what? Brandon shouted. He had never shouted at his mother in his entire life. That you paid the woman I love to disappear. That you lied to me for 6 years.

That you kept me from my own children. Victoria’s eyes filled with tears. I thought I was protecting you. No. Brandon’s voice was cold now. You were not protecting me. You were controlling me. You have controlled me my entire life. You told me what to study. You told me where to work. You chose my wife for me.

And when I finally found someone I actually loved, you destroyed it. Destiny spoke up. There is more, Brandon. Show him the rest of the documents, Thomas. Thomas pulled out another set of papers. Mr. Wellington, two years ago, your mother hired private investigators to find Miss Miller. When she discovered that Miss Miller was becoming wealthy through investments, she attempted to sabotage her business dealings.

She contacted Miss Miller’s business partners and spread false information. She tried to block deals and destroy Miss Miller’s reputation. Brandon stared at his mother in horror. You tried to destroy her? Even after 6 years? Victoria’s voice was desperate now. She was becoming successful. I could not let her come back into your life and ruin everything.

Ruin everything? Brandon laughed bitterly. Look around, mother. You already ruined everything. My marriage is over. I have three children who do not know me and I lost 6 years that I can never get back. Emma tugged on Brandon’s shirt. Daddy, do not be too mad at grandma. People make mistakes. Mom says everyone deserves a second chance.

Brandon looked down at his daughter. His expression softened. You are right, Emma. You are very wise. He looked back at Victoria. But right now, I cannot even look atyou. Victoria took a step toward him. Brandon, please. You have to understand. I grew up with nothing. My father was an alcoholic. My mother worked in a factory. I wore handme-down clothes.

I ate cereal for dinner because we could not afford real food. When I married your father, I swore I would never go back to that life. When I saw destiny, I saw my own past. I was terrified that she would drag you back to poverty. Brandon stared at his mother. You grew up poor. You never told me that.

Because I was ashamed. I built this perfect life. I became Victoria Wellington, the rich and powerful woman. I erased Victoria Kowalsski, the poor girl from South Boston. Victoria was crying now. I was wrong, Brandon. I see that now. I was cruel to Destiny because I was really being cruel to my own past. I am sorry.

I am so so sorry, Destiny spoke quietly. I appreciate your apology, Mrs. Wellington, but apologies are not enough. You kept these children from their father. You tried to destroy my business. You caused 6 years of pain. Thomas opened his briefcase again. We are prepared to take this to family court in Miami. Miss Miller is seeking formal recognition of Mr.

Wellington’s parental rights. She is also seeking a public apology from Mrs. Wellington and potential legal action for the sabotage attempts. Brandon looked at Destiny. You are taking me to court? No. Destiny said, I am not taking you to court. I am taking your mother to court. You are the victim here just like me, just like our children.

I am offering you shared custody, Brandon. I never wanted to keep you from them. I only wanted justice. Brandon nodded slowly. Thank you. Victoria’s voice was broken. What happens now? Thomas closed his briefcase. Now we go to court. We establish legal custody rights and you, Mrs. Wellington, will face the consequences of your actions.

The next morning, Brandon woke up in his hotel room in Miami. For a moment, he forgot everything that happened. Then the memories rushed back. Destiny, the triplets, his mother’s lies, Sarah’s tears. He had three children. three six-year-old children he never knew existed. Brandon sat on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands.

His phone was full of messages. 15 from Sarah, eight from his mother, three from Sarah’s parents. He ignored all of them. There was one message from a number he did not recognize. He opened it. Brandon, this is Destiny. The children would like to see you today if you are available.

We are staying at my house in Coral Gables. Here is the address. No pressure, only when you are ready. Brandon stared at the message. His children wanted to see him. His children. He replied immediately. I will be there in 1 hour. Destiny’s mansion was enormous. Brandon drove through the gates and parked in the circular driveway. His hands were shaking.

He had not been this nervous since the day he told his mother about Destiny’s pregnancy 6 years ago. Destiny opened the door before he could knock. She wore jeans and a simple white shirt. Her hair was pulled back. She looked beautiful and calm. “Thank you for coming,” she said. “Thank you for inviting me.” Brandon’s voice was quiet.

Destiny, I need to say something before I see the children. Okay. I am so sorry. I am sorry I did not protect you from my mother. I am sorry I believed her lies. I am sorry I was not there when you needed me. Brandon’s eyes filled with tears. You went through pregnancy alone. You gave birth alone. You raised our children alone.

All because I was too weak to stand up to my mother. Destiny was quiet for a moment. Brandon, you did not know. Your mother is very good at manipulation. She controlled both of us. That is not an excuse. I should have fought harder. I should have looked for you. Maybe. But we cannot change the past. We can only move forward.

Destiny opened the door wider. Come in. The children are waiting. Brandon followed her inside. The house was beautiful. There were paintings on the walls and expensive furniture everywhere, but there were also toys on the floor and children’s drawings on the refrigerator. It was a real home. James, Michael, Emma, Destiny called, your father is here.

Three children came running from another room. They stopped when they saw Brandon. Suddenly, they were shy. Brandon knelt down to their level. Hi, I am sorry. I am still learning your names. You are James? He pointed to the boy with glasses. Yes. James nodded. You are Michael? Brandon pointed to the other boy.

Yes, I am the one who likes boats. And you are Emma? Emma smiled. I am the only girl. Brandon laughed. Can I hug you? All three children ran to him. Brandon hugged them tightly. He started crying again. I am so happy to meet you. I have missed you my whole life without even knowing it. Emma patted his head. It is okay, Daddy.

You did not know, but you know now. Brandon spent the entire day with the children. Michael showed him his toy boats and talked non-stop about sailing. James showed him his favoritebooks and asked if Brandon liked science fiction. Emma showed him her paintings. One painting was of a family holding hands.

A mother, a father, and three children. This is us, Emma explained. I painted it last month before I met you. I imagined what you looked like. Brandon stared at the painting. Can I keep this? Really? You want it? Yes. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Destiny made lunch for everyone. They sat at the kitchen table.

Brandon watched his children eat and talk and laugh. He felt joy and grief at the same time. Joy because they were wonderful. grief because he missed 6 years. After lunch, Destiny said, “Kids, go play for a little while. I need to talk to your father.” The children ran outside to the pool area.

Brandon and Destiny sat in the living room. “They are amazing,” Brandon said. “You did such a good job raising them.” “Thank you.” It was not easy, but they are my whole world. Destiny, what happens now? You mentioned court. Yes, we need to legally establish your parental rights. We need a formal custody agreement. And there is the matter of Victoria.

Brandon’s face hardened. What about her? Thomas filed paperwork yesterday. We are taking Victoria to family court. She will have to answer for what she did. The judge will decide her punishment. What do you want to happen to her? Destiny thought carefully. I want her to apologize publicly in front of witnesses. I want her to admit that she was wrong.

I also want a restraining order if she tries to interfere with our custody arrangement. And I want her to pay for what she tried to do to my business. Brandon nodded. She deserves that and more. Brandon, there is something else we need to talk about. Sarah. Brandon side. Sarah left me last night. She went back to Boston with her parents.

She sent me a message this morning. She wants a divorce. I am sorry. I am not. Our marriage was a lie. I never loved her. I only married her because I gave up on being happy. Because I thought you left me for money. Brandon looked at Destiny. Did you ever think about coming back in the past 6 years? Did you ever think about telling me every day? But I was afraid.

Your mother has power and lawyers. I was worried she would try to take the children from me. So I waited. I built my own empire. I made myself powerful enough that she could not hurt me anymore. You became a billionaire? Destiny smiled slightly. Yes, I had a good mentor and good instincts. The $100,000 your mother gave me became three billion.

Brandon shook his head in amazement. My mother thought you were worthless. She thought you were poor and weak. But you became more successful than our entire family. Money does not make me better than anyone. It just gave me the power to protect my children and demand justice. One week later, everyone met at the Miami Dade Family Court.

Brandon arrived with his lawyer. Destiny arrived with Thomas Grant and the children. Victoria arrived with her lawyer, a serious man named Richard Moss. The judge was a woman in her 50s named Judge Patricia Torres. She looked at all the documents carefully. She looked at the DNA results. She looked at the bank records. She listened to both sides.

Richard Moss tried to defend Victoria. Your honor, my client made a difficult decision 6 years ago. She believed she was protecting her son from an unsuitable relationship. She offered Miss Miller financial help to start a new life. Miss Miller accepted that money willingly. Judge Torres looked at Victoria. Mrs.

Wellington, did you tell your son that you paid Miss Miller to leave? Victoria hesitated. No, your honor. Did you tell your son that Miss Miller was pregnant with triplets? No, your honor. Did you lie to your son and tell him that Miss Miller left because she did not love him? Victoria looked down. Yes, your honor. Judge Torres turned to Thomas Grant. Mr.

Grant, what is your client seeking? We are seeking legal recognition of Mr. Brandon Wellington’s parental rights. We are seeking a formal shared custody agreement. We are also seeking a public apology from Mrs. Victoria Wellington and potential damages for her attempts to sabotage Miss Miller’s business dealings. Judge Torres reviewed more documents.

She looked at the three children sitting quietly next to Destiny. Finally, she spoke. This is one of the most disturbing cases I have seen in my career. Mrs. Wellington, you did not just interfere in a relationship. You kept a father from his children for 6 years. You lied and manipulated. You caused immeasurable harm.

Victoria said nothing. Tears ran down her face. I am granting full parental rights to Brandon Wellington. He will have joint legal custody with Destiny Miller. The children will reside primarily with Miss Miller in Miami, but Mr. Wellington will have visitation rights every week and extended visits during holidays. Brandon closed his eyes in relief.

Furthermore, I am ordering Mrs. Victoria Wellington to issue a formal publicapology to Miss Miller and to the children. This apology will take place at Miss Miller’s residence with witnesses present. Mrs. Wellington will also attend mandatory family therapy. Victoria’s lawyer stood up. This apology will take place at Miss Miller’s residence with witnesses present. Mrs.

Wellington will also attend mandatory family therapy. Victoria’s lawyer stood up. Your honor, is the public apology really necessary? Yes, it is. Mrs. Wellington needs to face the consequences of her actions. She needs to acknowledge the harm she caused. The apology will take place within 2 weeks.

The judge looked at the three children. James, Michael, Emma, I want you to know that both your mother and father love you very much. You are lucky to have them. Emma raised her hand. Your honor, can I ask a question? Judge Torres smiled. Yes, Emma. Is Grandma Victoria in trouble? Yes, she is. What she did was wrong.

But can she still be our grandma? Mom says everyone deserves second chances. Judge Torres looked surprised. Then she looked at Destiny. Miss Miller, do you want to respond to that? Destiny looked at her daughter, then at Victoria. If Mrs. Wellington is willing to change, if she is willing to respect boundaries and that your grandchildren are willing to give you a chance, do not waste it.

Victoria looked at Emma. Thank you, she whispered. Two weeks later, Victoria came to Destiny’s mansion. Brandon was there. Thomas Grant was there as a witness. The three children were there. A court officer was there to document everything. Victoria stood in front of everyone. She looked smaller than usual.

Her perfect posture was gone. She looked tired and old. “Destiny Miller,” Victoria began. Her voice was shaking. “6 years ago, I did something terrible. I paid you to leave Boston. I lied to my son. I kept him from his children. I judged you because you were poor. And I thought that made you less worthy.

But I was wrong. You are strong, intelligent, and successful. You raised three beautiful children alone. I am deeply sorry for what I did to you. Destiny nodded but said nothing. Victoria turned to the children. James, Michael, Emma, I am your grandmother, but I have not acted like a good grandmother. I kept you from your father. That was wrong.

I am sorry. I hope one day you can forgive me. Emma walked up to Victoria. Do you promise to be nice to our mom? Yes, I promise. Do you promise not to tell lies anymore? Yes, I promise. Emma hugged Victoria. Okay, then I forgive you. Michael and James looked at each other. Then they walked up and hugged Victoria, too. Victoria started crying.

real deep sobs. She hugged her grandchildren and cried for all the years she lost. Brandon watched his mother embrace his children. Part of him was still angry at Victoria. Part of him would always be angry, but seeing her cry and apologize was something he never thought he would see. After Victoria left, Brandon stayed with the children.

They played in the pool. They had dinner together. At 8:00, Destiny said it was time for bed. “Do I have to go back to my hotel?” Brandon asked. “Or can I stay and help put them to bed.” Destiny smiled. “You can stay.” Brandon helped James brush his teeth. He read Michael a bedtime story.

He talked Emma into bed and she asked him to stay until she fell asleep. “Daddy, will you be here tomorrow?” Emma asked. Yes, I am going to be here a lot from now on. Are you going back to Boston? Brandon had been thinking about this all week. No, I am moving to Miami. I want to be close to you, James and Michael. Really? Emma’s face lit up.

Really? I am going to find a house near here. I am going to see you every week. What about your job in Boston? I am going to leave that job. I am going to start my own business here in Miami. Emma hugged him tight. I am happy you are staying, Daddy. After Emma fell asleep, Brandon found Destiny in the living room.

She was reading on the couch. Destiny, I need to tell you something. I filed for divorce from Sarah this morning. Destiny looked up from her book. That was fast. There was no reason to wait. Sarah and I never loved each other. She married me for my family name. I married her because I gave up on being happy.

Now we both have a chance to find real happiness. How did she react? She was relieved. She did not fight it. She just wanted it done quickly and quietly. Her lawyer and my lawyer are working out the details, but there is no custody to fight over. No children involved. It should be final in a few months. Destiny nodded.

And your mother? What are you going to do about the family business? I am leaving Wellington real estate. I am moving to Miami permanently. I am going to buy a house here and start my own investment company, small and independent, something that is mine, not hers. Victoria will not be happy about that. I do not care anymore what makes her happy. I care about what makes me happy.

And what makes me happy is being a father to James, Michael, and Emma.Destiny smiled. They need you, Brandon. They have been asking about you every day since New Year’s Eve. What about you? Brandon asked carefully. What do you need? Destiny thought about the question. I need a partner in raising these children.

I need someone I can trust. I need to know you will not disappear again. I will never disappear. I promise you that. I missed 6 years. I will not miss another day. 3 months later, Brandon moved into a house in Coral Gables. It was only 10 minutes from Destiny’s mansion. The house had four bedrooms, a pool, and a backyard. Brandon bought furniture and decorated three bedrooms specifically for the children.

The first time they visited, Michael ran through every room shouting with excitement. This is our room. We have rooms at Dad’s house. Yes. You each have your own room here. You can keep toys and clothes here. This is your home, too. James chose the room with the most bookshelves. Michael chose the room with a view of the pool.

Emma chose the room with the big windows so she could paint with natural light. Brandon and Destiny created a schedule. The children stayed with Destiny during the week because her house was closer to their school. Every Wednesday evening, they had dinner with Brandon. Every weekend, they spent at least one full day with him.

During holidays, they split the time. At first, it was awkward. Brandon did not know how to be a father. He did not know what six-year-olds like to eat or what time they should go to bed. But Destiny helped him. She taught him their routines and their favorite foods. She told him about their personalities and their fears.

James gets nervous about new things. Destiny explained one evening, “He needs time to adjust. Do not push him. Michael has a lot of energy. He needs to run and play or he cannot sleep. Take him swimming or to the park.” Emma is sensitive. She cries easily, but she also loves easily. Just be patient with her.

Brandon learned every week he got better at being a father. He learned that James loved discussing books. He learned that Michael wanted to learn everything about boats and sailing. He learned that Emma needed extra hugs when she felt sad. One Saturday, Brandon took Michael to buy a small sailboat.

It was only 12 ft long, perfect for learning. Brandon hired an instructor to teach them both how to sail. Michael was thrilled. Dad, this is the best day ever. They spent the whole afternoon on Biscane Bay. Michael learned how to tie knots and adjust the sails. Brandon learned alongside him. When they came home, Michael ran to tell Destiny everything.

Mom, Dad bought a boat. a real boat and we sailed it. I steered and everything. Destiny laughed. That sounds amazing. Michael hugged Brandon. Thanks, Dad. You are the best. Brandon felt tears in his eyes. These small moments meant everything. Victoria began visiting Miami once a month. At first, the children were cautious around her.

They remembered that she was the reason they did not have a father for 6 years. But Victoria tried hard. She brought thoughtful gifts, not expensive toys, but things the children actually wanted. She brought James a rare science fiction book. She brought Michael a model ship to build. She brought Emma special paints from Italy.

She attended Emma’s art show at school. She sat in the audience and watched Emma present her paintings. Afterward, Victoria told Emma, “You have real talent. Your use of color is remarkable. Emma beamed. Really, Grandma. Really? I am very proud of you. She took Michael sailing one weekend. Brandon invited her to come along.

At first, Victoria was nervous. She had never sailed before, but Michael taught her how to tie knots and trim the sails. He was patient with her. See, Grandma, it is not hard. You just have to practice. Victoria smiled. You are a good teacher, Michael. She discussed books with James. They sat in Destiny’s library and talked about space travel and aliens and time machines.

James was surprised that his grandmother knew so much. Grandma, did you read science fiction when you were young? Yes. When I was a girl in South Boston, I got books from the library. I read to escape from my difficult life. I loved stories about other worlds. James looked at her with the new understanding.

Mom told us you grew up poor. Was it hard? Victoria was quiet for a moment. Yes, James. It was very hard. That is why I made so many mistakes later. I was afraid of being poor again. But I learned that being rich does not make you happy. Being with people you love makes you happy. James hugged his grandmother. I am glad you are here now.

Victoria cried. These children were teaching her how to be a better person. 6 months after the court date, Destiny and Brandon sat together on her patio. The children were asleep inside. They were drinking coffee and watching the sunset. This is working, Destiny said. The co-parenting it is actually working.

I know I was worried at first. I thoughtit would be too hard, but we are doing it. The children are happy. That is what matters. Brandon looked at Destiny. Can I ask you something personal? Okay. Do you hate me for what happened 6 years ago for not protecting you from my mother? Destiny thought carefully. I was angry for a long time, but I do not hate you, Brandon.

You were a victim, too. Your mother manipulated both of us. Do you ever think about what could have been? If my mother had not interfered, we would be together. We would have raised the children together from the beginning. I think about it sometimes, but I also think everything happened the way it needed to happen.

If I had stayed in Boston, I would have stayed poor and powerless. Your mother would have controlled our lives. By leaving, I built something for myself. I became strong. I became successful. Now, nobody can hurt me or my children. Brandon nodded. You are right. You are stronger than I ever was. We are both strong now. We are both good parents.

That is what matters. They sat in comfortable silence. They were not a romantic couple anymore. Too much had changed. But they were friends. They were partners. They were raising three beautiful children together. One year after the confrontation at Miami Harbor, New Year’s Eve arrived again. Destiny’s mega yacht was docked in the harbor.

The Wellington yacht was docked right next to it. But this time, everything was different. Both families celebrated together. Destiny, Brandon, Victoria, and the three children moved between both yachts. They ate dinner together. They laughed together. The children ran around playing tag on the decks. At 11:45, 15 minutes before midnight, everyone gathered on Destiny’s yacht to watch the fireworks.

The Miami skyline was lit up with lights. Music played from boats all across the harbor. James stood between Brandon and Destiny, holding both their hands. Michael sat on Brandon’s shoulders. Emma stood with Victoria, wearing a sparkly dress. Victoria bought her. “One minute until midnight,” someone shouted. The crowd around them started counting down.

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Happy New Year. Fireworks exploded over the harbor. Red, blue, green, and gold lights filled the sky. The noise was enormous. The children shouted with excitement. James looked up at his parents. Mom, Dad, I am glad we are all together now. Destiny felt tears in her eyes. Me too, baby.

Brandon kissed the top of James’s head. This is the best New Year’s Eve of my life. Emma hugged Victoria. Grandma, are you happy? Victoria looked at her three grandchildren. She looked at her son, who was finally smiling again. She looked at Destiny, who had every right to hate her, but chose forgiveness instead. Yes, Emma, I am happy.

for the first time in many years. I am truly happy. Michael pointed at the sky. Look, that one looks like a flower. They all looked up at the fireworks. For that moment, under the colorful Miami sky, they were not two separate families. They were one family, broken and rebuilt, scarred, but healing, imperfect, but whole.

Destiny raised her champagne glass to second chances. Brandon raised his glass to family. Victoria raised her glass with shaking hands. To forgiveness, the glasses clinkedked together. The fireworks continued to explode above them. The new year had begun, and with it came hope, healing, and the promise that love and honesty were worth more than any amount of money, pride, or power.