Single Dad Struggles Raising Triplets, One Day Finds Out They Aren’t His

“The Stranger at Kyra’s Grave”

A gust of wind **howled through the row of cedars**, breaking the heavy silence as **Jordan Fox** made his way to his late wife **Kyra’s grave**. It had been **a year since her passing**, but the pain still clung to him like a shadow.

His hands trembled as he set down a bouquet of **white lilies**—her favorite. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay strong.

Then, he noticed something that sent a chill down his spine.

A **stranger** stood nearby, watching.

Jordan had never seen him before. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and his face was unreadable.

**“Who is he? And why is he standing near Kyra’s grave?”**

Jordan’s heart **pounded** as he approached.

The man **turned** to face him. “You must be **Jordan Fox**.” His voice was deep and steady. “I knew you’d come today. I was waiting for you.”

Jordan frowned. “I’m sorry… do we know each other?”

The man hesitated, then sighed. “Not really. But I just arrived, and I found out that…” He looked at Jordan with an unsettling intensity.

**“I’m offering you $100,000. Take the money and give me the babies.”**

Jordan’s breath **hitched.** His pulse **roared in his ears**.

**“EXCUSE ME?!”** he snapped, fists clenching. **“What the hell did you just say?”**

The man didn’t flinch. Instead, he pulled out an envelope **stuffed with cash** and held it out. “$100,000. It’s yours. Just hand over the twins.”

Jordan took a step back, **his stomach twisting into knots**.

**Twins?**

He and Kyra had been **desperate** for children, but the universe had been cruel—**she died before they could even have one.**

**Or so he thought.**

The man exhaled heavily. “I didn’t want to do it like this, but there’s no other way.” His voice dropped to a whisper. **“Kyra… she had your children. And I know where they are.”**

Jordan felt the **ground vanish beneath him.**

**Kyra had his children? Twins?**

**And he never knew?**

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