He Returned Home Early, Drowning in Grief, Only to Hear a Sound That Had Been Dead for Eight Months—What He Found the New Maid Doing with His Triplets on the Floor Brought the Billionaire to His Knees.

The Weight of the World
The boardroom on the 45th floor of the Manhattan skyscraper was silent, save for the hum of the air conditioning and the nervous shuffling of papers. Benjamin Scott, CEO of Scott Industries, stared out the window at the gray skyline. It was raining again. It seemed to rain every day since Amanda died.

“Mr. Scott? The investors are waiting for your response regarding the Q3 projections,” his CFO said tentatively.

Benjamin turned his chair. He looked at the faces around the table—men and women in expensive suits, worried about profit margins and stock prices. They looked at him like he was a ticking time bomb. And maybe he was.

“Tell them…” Benjamin started, his voice rough. He rubbed his temples where a headache had been throbbing for eight hours. “Tell them to reschedule. I’m leaving.“

“But sir, the merger—”