“You are pregnant,” she said. “With quadruplets.”
The room tilted.
“Four babies,” she continued, pointing at the screen. “See? Four distinct heartbeats. This is incredibly uncommon, especially without fertility treatments. But all four appear healthy and strong.”
I stared at the grainy black and white image on the screen.
Four tiny flickering lights. Four heartbeats. Four lives.
Four reasons to never give up.
The doctor printed out the ultrasound image and handed it to me with a warm smile.
“Congratulations, Ms. Vance. You are going to have your hands full.”
I walked out of that clinic in a daze.
I sat on a bench outside the hospital, the ultrasound image clutched in my shaking hands, and finally allowed myself to cry.
Not out of sadness, but out of a fierce, terrifying joy.
These children were not Sterlings.
They would never know the cold indifference of that house.
They would never sit at the end of a table, ignored and dismissed.
They were mine.
I pulled out my phone and looked at a photo I had taken of the check before depositing it.
One hundred twenty million dollars.
Arthur Sterling thought that money was buying my silence, buying my disappearance, buying the erasure of his son’s mistake.
Instead, that money was going to fund something far more dangerous.
My return.
My revenge.
My empire.
I wiped my tears, stood up from that bench, and opened a banking app on my phone.
Within two hours, the entire one hundred twenty million dollars had been moved into a private Swiss account, invisible to domestic eyes, untouchable by Sterling lawyers.
By the time Arthur realized I was truly gone, the trail would be ice cold.
I looked at flights on my phone.
New York held nothing for me now but ghosts and bad memories.
I needed to go somewhere new. Somewhere I could build something from nothing.
Somewhere people were hungry and ambitious and did not care about your last name.
I booked a one-way ticket to San Francisco.
Silicon Valley.
The place where empires were built on nothing but grit, code, and the audacity to believe you could change the world.
I rubbed my stomach gently, feeling the slight curve that would soon become impossible to hide.
“We are going home, babies,” I whispered.
I had enough capital to start ten companies.
I had the brains they always underestimated because I was quiet, because I was kind, because I did not fight back.
And now, I had four reasons never to lose.
Four reasons to build something that would make the Sterling fortune look like pocket change.
Julian Sterling could enjoy his new life, his new bride, his father’s approval.
Because in five years, I was coming back.
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