That night, I was supposed to propose to Margot Ashford.
The proposal was planned for eight o’clock in the glass conservatory of my family’s estate, overlooking Central Park.
Nearly 150 guests were expected: business executives, influential friends, and relatives who saw our marriage as a way to unite two powerful financial families.
I wore a custom-made charcoal-gray suit. In the inside pocket of my jacket was a diamond ring.
My mother had helped me choose it.
She had chosen almost everything else in my life, too.
My name is Graham. Despite my considerable fortune, I wasn’t happy.
Margot was elegant and intelligent, but our relationship was nothing like the deep love I had felt once before.
Seven years earlier.
With Isla Brennan.
The woman I thought I would love forever—the woman my family said had left me without a word.
I had tried to forget her. But that night, my past returned in a way I never could have expected.
I was at an upscale Manhattan restaurant for a business meeting. When it ended, I headed toward the restrooms.
Near the sinks, I spotted four little girls laughing in front of a mirror. They looked about six years old. Each wore the same navy-blue dress, with a small bow in her brown hair.
One girl was trying to convince her sisters to let her use the hand dryer first. The others protested, giggling.
I was about to keep walking when I noticed something.
The girl closest to the mirror tilted her head, tucked her hair behind her ear, and pressed her lips together in a little frown.
I froze.
I knew that gesture. Isla used to do the exact same thing whenever she was nervous.
The girl turned toward me. She had large green eyes and a tiny dimple in her left cheek.
Just like Isla.
“Sir, why are you looking at us?” she asked.
I cleared my throat.
“I’m sorry. You reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago.”
She smiled.
“My name is Willa. These are Tessa, Josie, and Penny.”
She pointed to the other girls.
“We’re quadruplets!”
I looked at them one by one. The same brown hair. The same green eyes. The same delicate features.
My heart began to race.
“Where’s your mom?” I asked.
“She works here,” Tessa said. “But she’s really busy today.”
One of her sisters explained that they were supposed to wait for their mother without bothering her.
I stepped out into the hallway and looked toward the main dining room.
That’s when I saw her.
Isla Brennan stood near the kitchen entrance. She wore a simple server’s uniform and a faded apron. Her hair was hastily tied back, and her face looked tired—but I would have recognized her eyes anywhere.
The restaurant manager was speaking to her sternly.
“Isla, I already told you that you can’t leave the girls in the storage room after closing.”
“I know,” she replied. “But it’s freezing outside. I only need a few hours to figure something out.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t allow it.”
I slowly walked toward her.
“Isla?”
She turned around. The moment she recognized me, all the color drained from her face.
“Graham?”
For a few seconds, we stared at each other without saying a word.
Then she turned to the girls.
“Girls, get your coats. We’re leaving.”
I tried to stop her.
“Isla, wait. We need to talk.”
“We have nothing to talk about.”
She gathered the bags and led her daughters toward the exit.
I followed at a distance.
Outside, a bitter February wind swept through the street. The girls shivered in their thin jackets. Beside Isla were two worn travel bags.
I realized this wasn’t just a mother bringing her children to work. They didn’t seem to know where they would spend the night.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
Isla avoided my eyes.
“We’ll figure something out.”
I looked at Penny, who was trying to warm her little hands.
I couldn’t leave them like that.
I took a key card from my pocket.
“I have an apartment in SoHo. It’s empty and heated. You can stay there tonight.”
Isla immediately shook her head.
“I don’t want anything from you, Graham.”
“I’m not asking for anything in return.”
“You don’t understand.”
Before I could answer, Penny gently tugged at her mother’s sleeve.
“Mom, can we go somewhere warm? I’m really cold.”
Isla looked down. I could see her struggling between her pride and her worry for the girls.
At last, she agreed.
I called my driver and asked him to bring a spacious vehicle with proper seats for the children.
While we waited, Isla stepped closer to me. Her eyes glistened.
“Don’t think this makes up for what you did.”
I stared at her, confused.
“What did I do?”
Her expression shifted.
“Graham, you disappeared from my life seven years ago. You can’t just show up now and act like you’re their father.”
My blood turned cold.
“Their father?”
Isla went still. The girls were talking among themselves a few steps away.
“Isla, what are you trying to tell me?”
She lowered her voice.
“Don’t pretend you don’t understand.”
“I’m not pretending. I was told you left. That you never wanted to see me again.”
Her anger gave way to shock.
“Who told you that?”
“My mother.”
Isla slowly stepped back.
“Graham, I never left you.”
I stared at her.
“I looked for you. I tried to call.”
“So did I. For months. You never answered my messages, and no one in your family would speak to me.”
I could hardly breathe.
For seven years, I had believed Isla chose to leave me.
All that time, she had believed I abandoned her.
I looked at the four girls.
“So Willa, Tessa, Josie, and Penny…”
Isla nodded slowly.
“They were born after we separated.”
I had a thousand questions. But first, I needed to make sure they were safe.
“We don’t have to figure everything out tonight,” I said. “Let’s get the girls somewhere warm. Then we can talk.”
Isla watched me for a moment before agreeing.
At 5:12 p.m., I called my assistant.
“Cancel tonight’s event.”
“Mr. Graham, do you mean the engagement party?”
“Yes. Tell the organizers and Margot there won’t be a proposal.”
My assistant fell silent.
“Are you sure?”
I watched Isla help Penny fasten her coat.
“Absolutely.”
I couldn’t promise Margot a future while my past had just returned with so many unanswered questions.
A few seconds later, my phone rang.
It was my mother.
I didn’t answer.
Isla came closer and touched my arm.
“Graham, there’s something you need to know.”
Her face had grown serious.
“Seven years ago, your mother offered me money to disappear from your life.”
I was speechless.
“What?”
“I refused. I told her she had no right to decide our future.”
Her voice trembled.
“Then she did something much worse.”
Before I could ask what she meant, a message came through.
It was from my mother.
“DO NOT TAKE THOSE LITTLE GIRLS TO YOUR APARTMENT. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE GETTING INTO.”
I stared at the screen.
I hadn’t told anyone I’d found Isla.
And I certainly hadn’t told anyone about her four daughters.
How could my mother already know?
I looked at Isla.
“What did she do to you seven years ago?”
She wiped away a tear, then whispered:
“Graham, before I tell you everything, you need to know that your mother knew about the girls long before today.”
END OF PART 1
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