“My Husband Refused to Take Our Newborn Triplets Home Because of a Fortune Teller—A Year Later, He Came Back Begging.”

At first I thought he looked tired. The last few days had been overwhelming for both of us.

But then I noticed something strange.

He stayed near the door.

He didn’t come closer.

He didn’t look at the babies.

His face was pale, and his hands were shaking.

“Jack?” I said softly, patting the chair beside my bed. “Come sit. Look at them.”

He glanced toward the bassinets for barely a second.

“Yeah… they’re beautiful.”

His voice sounded hollow.