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“So one of us is their father?” he asked quietly. I slept with two men on the same night—and never found out which one fathered my children 😳🔥. I chose not to know. Not to test. Not to ask. My babies were mine, and that was enough. Until the two men who could be their fathers walked back into my life, saw my triplets, and realized the math doesn’t lie 🖤. Now they both want answers. And I’m trapped between two men, three children, and a truth that could destroy us all ❤️🔥. Chapter 1 [Selene’s POV] The triple-chocolate cake weighs about four pounds. I know because I made it from scratch, and I nearly dislocated my shoulder from whisking ganache. The Philadelphia Ravens' training facility rises out of the October dusk, and I am about to be the World's Best Fiancée. Dr. Selene Marlowe, team psychologist, can take the night off. Tonight I'm just Selene. The woman who spent hours perfecting Cassian's favorite dessert because it's his thirty-third birthday. Six years. That's how long I've loved Cassian Drummond—since he walked into my office as a cocky twenty-seven-year-old point guard and told me he didn't believe in therapy but believed in winning. And apparently I was part of the winning strategy. His charm could melt glaciers. His jump shot could make angels weep. Last year, after the championship, he got down on one knee on the jumbotron in front of twenty thousand screaming fans and slid a two-carat diamond onto my finger while I ugly-cried on national television. Franchise basketball star and staff psychologist. It shouldn't work, but somewhere between road trips and Sunday mornings in his kitchen, we built something that felt solid. I trust this man. Tonight is cake and balloons and birthday surprises. The security desk is staffed by Mr. Pop, a sixty-two-year-old grandfather who calls me "Doc" and always asks about my sister. He looks up when I push through the glass doors, and something in his face makes my stomach clench. He won't meet my eyes. His gaze slides
