She Thought She’d Won—Then His Wife Walked In with Quadruplets (3 of 5)

Victor’s voice scraped the air. “Evelyn—”

She walked forward, the boys shuffling beside her. She stopped inches away, her voice a whisper that still cut him open.

“This is what you carried her for?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She bent, scooped up the smallest child, and walked past him—past Nadia—toward the exit.

Reporters swarmed. Questions came sharp and fast. But Evelyn didn’t flinch. She turned at the doors, calm as glass.

“I’m Evelyn Drake,” she said clearly, “and these are Victor’s forgotten children.”

The terminal erupted.

Security cleared a path. She left without looking back.

By the time Victor gathered himself, Nadia was gone too. Only her purse remained on the floor—silent proof of his choices.

Hours later, in a quiet airport lounge, Evelyn sat on a leather couch while the boys slept nearby. Across from her, attorney Rachel Kent leaned forward.

“You still want to do this?” Rachel asked.