Many years after the divorce, he returned to tease her, only to find her with triplets and a private jet.
The air was sad with tension in the living room. Laura sat strictly on the edge of the cream leather sofa, her fingers comfortably running along the rim of her untouched teacup.

Curtis stood erect, completely detached.

“I’ve signed everything. The lawyer will send you the final announcement on Monday,” he said.

Her suitcase was prepared by the door, as if the twelve years of marriage they shared were just a temporary break in both of their lives. Laura didn’t answer.

But now that she was here, all she could do was gaze at the man who had once been her future.

“We weren’t going anywhere, Laura. No children, no spark. I can’t keep waiting for something that will never occur.”

“I tried, Curtis,” she whispered.

“I wanted it too,” he replied but he had already opened the door.

Outside, a red SUV was waiting, and in the passenger seat was Carol, the girl from the office, always graceful, with high heels and red lipstick, and no history with him.

Laura walked to the table, stared at the divorce papers, and saw her signature next to his. She didn’t know it yet, but that forgotten, rejected, and legally hers sample would one day alter her destiny.

The doctor’s office smelled of antiseptic and a strange lavender aroma. She sat stiffly across from Dr. Evans, her hands clasped in her lap.

“I’m afraid your chances of natural conception remain extremely low, Laura,” he said, gently sliding a folder toward her.

“Your AMH levels have dropped even further since last year.”

He tried to nod, but the pain in his chest made it difficult to breathe.

“Is there nothing? Nothing left to try?” The question came out broken, as if his hope was on the brink of collapse.

The doctor sighed and provided her a sad smile.

“We’ve drained most viable options, unless you consider IVF with donor sperm or an existing sample.”

That night, Laura huddled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that gave no warmth. Margaret, her oldest friend, arrived with two steaming coffees and a small bag of pastries. One look into Laura’s eyes told her everything. “It didn’t go well,” Laura murmured, tears slipping down her cheeks. “There’s no chance—at least not naturally.”

Margaret set the coffee on the table and settled beside her. “Natural doesn’t mean much these days, does it?” she said gently.

“I know you’ve told me before, but I can’t let go,” Laura whispered after a pause. “I want to be a mother, Margaret. More than anything else.”

Her friend nodded with quiet understanding. “Then go after it. But do it for you—not as revenge, not for Curtis. Do it because you deserve happiness.”

Those words lit something inside Laura. A flicker of determination began to grow. She realized she couldn’t wait for others to define her life. Two weeks later, she booked an appointment at the fertility clinic. Hidden in a modest building between a flower shop and a laundromat, it held the key to her future.

When the receptionist asked if she wanted Curtis’s file, Laura answered without hesitation. “Yes.” During the consultation, the nurse reminded her the sperm sample was still viable and legally hers—Curtis had signed the release long ago. It felt like a story from a film, but this was her reality.

That night, brushing her hair in front of the mirror, Laura opened the folder with the procedure details. Beside it sat a dusty wedding photo

“You never wanted this,” she whispered. “But I did.” She placed the photo in a drawer, shut it firmly, and left the past behind.

The next day marked the start of IVF. This time, she needed no approval, no permission. The dream was hers alone, and nothing could take it away.
Meanwhile, Curtis was basking in his new life. Reclining against the velvet headboard of a hotel suite, he swirled whiskey in a glass while Carol appeared in her silk robe. “You’re awfully quiet,” she teased, sipping her drink.

“Thinking about your ex?” she pressed with a smirk.

Curtis chuckled dryly. “Not my concern anymore.”

“She’s probably still crying over you,” Carol said, touching up her lipstick. “Maybe she’s adopted a cat already.”

Curtis devoured. “I left her childless. Honestly, I did her a favor.”

Still, her words unsettled him. “Do you think she still clings to hope?” Carol asked. “You were her whole world.”

“I… don’t know,” Curtis whispered, reaching for another drink to drown the unease.

At the clinic, Laura pressed forward with steady resolve. She signed the consent, took a breath, and closed the file. This was her future. Hormone treatments started, and with them a sense of renewal. She wasn’t looking back.

Curtis, oblivious, celebrated what he thought was success. Whenever doubt crept in, he silenced it with whiskey, comforted by Carol’s promise: “Soon you’ll have a child of your own.”

One morning, a cream-colored card slid under Curtis’s hotel door: Come see what you left behind. Believing it to be Carol’s dramatic gesture, he followed the invitation. But the sight that awaited him was not hers. A sleek jet emblazoned Bennett Private stood ready. Confused, he boarded—and froze when he saw Laura, calm and poised in an ivory suit.

“Hello, Curtis,” she said.

“Laura? What is this?” he stammered.

“I thought it was time we caught up,” she replied.

“You travel on private jets now?” he asked.

“Occasionally,” Laura said smoothly. “It’s easier with three little ones.”

His chest tightened. “Three… what?”
“Triplets,” she said evenly. “Two girls and a boy. They’re six.”

She handed him a photo of three children beaming in a balloon-filled garden. His mind reeled. “But you… couldn’t…”

“You assumed I couldn’t,” Laura corrected gently.

“All I needed was to believe in myself when you stopped believing in us.”

“Are they mine?” he muttered.

“Yes,” she said calmly. “You signed the papers. They’re mine in every way that matters.”

Curtis’s voice cracked. “Why invite me here?”

“To show you the ending you gave me wasn’t an ending at all,” Laura said softly. “It was the beginning of something greater.”
At that moment, the jet door opened and three children rushed in, calling “Mom!” as they embraced her. Curtis stood frozen.

“This is Mr. Curtis,” Laura told them warmly. “An old friend.”

After greeting him politely, the children scampered off. Laura turned to him. “I never needed revenge. What I wanted was peace. And I found it in motherhood and in creating a life you never imagined.”

Curtis’s throat tightened. “They’re… beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Laura said gently.

“But your journey ends here. Mine is just taking off.”

As he stepped off, Curtis watched the jet soar into the sky, carrying Laura and the children. He realized he hadn’t just lost a wife—he had lost the proof that love and persistence can bloom even in the harshest soil.

And this time, there would be no second chance.