He threw her out onto the street pregnant, believing she had been unfaithful: 10 years later, a red light showed him 4 pairs of eyes identical to his own and he discovered the truth that brought him to his knees.

It was their faces.

They were identical. Four mirror images of one another—and of someone he had tried to erase from memory.

Chestnut hair fell in soft, unruly waves. The same delicate chin. And when one of them looked directly at the car, Alexander felt something strike him like a fist: their eyes. Emerald green with flecks of gold—a rare trait in the Reed family.

“Marcus, pull over,” Alexander said, his voice suddenly rough.

“Sir, the light’s green—”

“Pull over. Now.”

The brakes screeched as the car stopped abruptly.

Alexander lowered the window. Heat and street noise flooded in. The girls startled. The one who seemed oldest stood, subtly shielding the others.

“Would you like some gum, sir?” she asked.

Her voice carried a musical tone he hadn’t heard in a decade.

He removed his sunglasses. The girls stared at him with curiosity, not recognition. There was no deception in their faces. Only truth.

Ten years earlier.

He had thrown Isabella out of his mansion, accusing her of betrayal. Doctors had told him he was sterile. When she had come to him glowing, pregnant with multiples, he saw only proof of infidelity.