A man, Jordan Fox, struggles to raise his triplets alone after the death of his wife, Kyra. On the first anniversary of her death, he visits her grave and encounters a stranger named Denis, who claims to be the biological father of the triplets. Shocked and angry, Jordan learns that Denis knows intimate details about Kyra, including a burn scar on her thigh, which leaves him doubting his wife’s fidelity.
Jordan recalls how he met Kyra at a bar where he fell for her charm and they quickly fell in love. After a brief courtship, Kyra announced she was pregnant with triplets, leading to a rushed marriage. After Kyra’s unexpected death in a car accident due to a drug overdose, Jordan vowed to raise the babies as his own.
Now faced with Denis’s offer of $100,000 for the children, Jordan struggles with feelings of betrayal and uncertainty. Ultimately, he rejects Denis’s proposal, asserting that love and parenting go beyond biology. Though tempted to learn more from Denis, Jordan realizes he cannot abandon the children he loves.
For Years My Neighbor Comes Home for 15 Minutes in the Middle of the Day — I Finally Dared to Take a Peek
As I hurried to my front door, I realized that I only had fifteen minutes left. I quickly headed toward the open window as soon as I thought no one was watching. I was happy that no neighbors were observing when I peered over the windowsill.
Their living area was same to all others. Mike faced away from me while holding a high-end camera. With a subtle smile, Jill turned to face him. My attention was drawn to a brief glimpse of motion near the room’s edge. Mike had my whole attention. His wife yelled, “Someone’s there!,” as our eyes locked, and I lost my breath. There’s someone looking inside!
No, no, no! I pondered. This is not possible!
With my heart racing, I hurried back to my house and secured the door. What was going through my mind? I peeked inside their house, but why? Had I caused them any offense? I thought they were going to call the cops.
The quiet was broken the following day by a knock on my door. Taking a glance through the peephole made my stomach turn. It was Mike. He pulled out a picture from an envelope he was holding. My picture. “Want to elaborate?” he inquired, seeming amused.
I admitted, embarrassed. To my astonishment, Mike grinned and extended an invitation to visit, stating that he loves Jill by taking her picture every day. I treasured their endearing custom and never looked out the window again after that day.
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