Triple Trouble

Triple Trouble

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Introduction

In the aftermath of a heart-wrenching betrayal, Clara Beaufort resolves to take control of her own destiny. Walking in on her boyfriend entangled with his secretary shattered her trust in men. Determined to build a future on her own terms, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery—one that leads her to a startling realization.

Alaric Moonblood, a powerful and enigmatic figure, has been marked by the agony of an unmated existence for two long decades. The madness that lurks within the unmated threatens to consume him entirely, driving him to the edge of his own sanity. Little does he know that the moon goddess herself has woven their fates together, their destinies intrinsically linked since time immemorial.

United by the unseen forces of the moon, Clara and Alaric find themselves entangled in a cosmic dance of intertwined destinies. But can they come to terms with the weight of this profound connection, forged long before their paths crossed? Can Clara embrace the idea of bearing her child without a man involved, and can Alaric relinquish the solitude that has defined his existence?

As their individual struggles converge, Clara and Alaric are propelled into a world where love, destiny, and untamed desires collide. The power of the moon goddess binds them, compelling them to confront their deepest fears, embrace their shared fate, and rewrite the very rules of their existence.

In a tale that traverses the boundaries of passion, vulnerability, and self-discovery, Clara and Alaric must navigate the tumultuous journey towards acceptance and love. Will they find solace in each other's arms and fulfill the destiny that awaits them, or will the weight of their respective pasts tear them apart before they can grasp the eternity that destiny has bestowed upon them?

Chapter 1

Clara

I had to be in the wrong place. The clinic I entered was nothing like I'd expected. Opulent and modern, it resembled a luxurious spa rather than a medical facility. Lush greenery cascaded down the façade, a striking contrast to the towering steel and glass giants of the Upper East Side. Hidden in plain sight, just blocks from Central Park, it was a sanctuary, a testament to the lengths some would go to maintain discretion.

Initially, I'd paced the block, convinced I'd missed a digit in the address or taken the wrong turn. The absence of a sign announcing the clinic's existence—only the discreet address etched on the glass door—further fueled my doubts. After several anxious circles, I finally swallowed my pride and approached the receptionist, who confirmed I was indeed where I needed to be.

Now, in the plush waiting area, I feigned composure, flipping through a magazine while my mind raced. Was I truly making the right decision? The impulsive choice I'd made just days ago seemed surreal now, a desperate act in the wake of utter devastation.

Just ten minutes ago, I should’ve been walking down the aisle, ready to say "I do" to Jake Donovan, my long-term boyfriend and supposed fiancé. The wedding never happened.

We'd dated for four long years, a seemingly perfect match. He was charming, witty, successful, and checked all the boxes on my life partner list. We shared a cozy apartment in one of the finest parts of town; both had stable and lucrative careers—Jake as a rising star at a prestigious law firm, me climbing the ranks in publishing. Life had been prosperous and fulfilling.

The little girl inside me had been giddy with joy after Jake's proposal. It took a few hours for the whirlwind of the night to settle, but once it did, I couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that bubbled up within me. In my dreams, the proposal had been an intimate affair with just Jake and me, perhaps over a candlelit dinner with a bottle of excellent wine. But Jake, ever the showman, had different plans. He chose New Year's Eve, with its raucous energy and packed crowd, as the stage for his grand gesture.

He surprised me completely by going down on one knee in the middle of the dance floor as the clock ticked past midnight. But I quickly schooled my features into a mask of surprised delight, knowing my emotions were always a billboard on my face. It was a skill I'd long ago given up trying to master; my feelings were simply too big, too irrepressible. I learned to embrace my openness and transparency; as everyone had always said, I was "an open book."

Jake and I had discussed marriage, kids, and starting a family. It was a natural progression for a couple who’ve been dating for over three years. Those dreams were on my life list, and Jake seemed to offer everything I'd ever wanted. So, I'd said yes, pushing aside the nagging doubts in favor of hope and the promise of a future together. The hopeless romantic in me couldn't resist the promise of forever.

Congratulations poured in, and the atmosphere was electric with happiness. Jake had orchestrated the perfect moment, just as he always did. But amid the celebration, two pairs of eyes stood out: my best friend, Dana, and my dad. Their congratulations felt hollow, and their smiles were forced. Their eyes held a warning that I was too caught up in the moment to decipher.

Later, I'd realize that the sinking feeling in my gut wasn't just nerves. It was a premonition, a subtle unease that something was amiss. There's always this ghostly feeling, without knowing what it is. It had haunted me through college flings and serious boyfriends, even during the two years I'd been single before Jake.

I'd brushed it off then, just like I did after the engagement. But as the months turned into a year and the wedding date shifted three times for various reasons, that feeling intensified. It became a leaden weight, a constant companion to the growing distance I felt from Jake.

The longer we were engaged, the more I noticed Jake's subtle withdrawal. He became preoccupied and detached, his attention drifting away from me like a ship caught in a changing tide. I was so blinded by the illusion of our perfect life that I didn't see it until it was almost too late.

The breaking point? I'd known the answer for weeks, but a sick, desperate part of me refused to believe it. Still, I clung to the tattered remnants of our love story, the one that should have concluded with a white dress and vows, not the seedy scene I was now witnessing.

So, there I stood, a sushi platter worth a week's paycheck clutched in my trembling hands—a sorry  excuse to see him.

I entered his office, and Jake's back was to me, his body moving in a primal rhythm that I had once known intimately. But the woman whose moans filled the room wasn't me. No, she was a stranger, a faceless figure whose existence shattered my world into a million pieces.

My stomach churned, threatening to expel whatever I ate for breakfast. I managed to choke back the bile, my voice emerging as a raspy whisper: "Jake?"

He froze, whipping his head around so fast that I thought he might give himself whiplash. Blood drained from his face, and terror widened his eyes. The woman, dislodged from her passionate perch, let out a startled shriek, hastily adjusting her skirt.

I wanted to scream, to hurl the sushi at them, to do something, anything, to release the pent-up rage that threatened to consume me. But all I could manage was a hollow laugh, the sound echoing in the sterile office like a death knell.

"Surprise," I croaked, the word dripping with venom. My vision blurred as tears welled up, and the sushi platter slipped from my grasp. They hit the floor with a sickening thud, their colorful rolls scattering like confetti at a funeral.

Jake fumbled with his pants, his voice barely audible as he stuttered, "Babe, it's not what it looks like-"

I cut him off with another laugh, this one devoid of any humor. "Oh, I think it looks exactly like what it is, Jake."

I turned on my heel and fled, the sound of their frantic apologies chasing me down the hall. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew one thing for sure: I am leaving this shattered illusion of a relationship behind. The sushi, now trampled underfoot, was a fitting symbol of our love—spoiled, discarded, with a bitter taste in my mouth I couldn't wash away.

"Clara Beaufort?"

In the haze of my trip down memory lane and Jake's betrayal playing on loop in my mind, I completely forgot where and why I was there. My brain would forever bear the imprint of that scene, a grotesque watermark on my life's pages.

"Ms. Beaufort?" The receptionist repeated herself, her voice cutting through my thoughts' fog. She looked at me curiously, her head slightly tilted. She must have wondered why I was standing there like a statue, my eyes unfocused, and a vacant expression plastered on my face. I probably looked like a lunatic.

Realizing I must’ve been a sight, I quickly composed myself, forcing a smile onto my lips. "That would be me," I replied, my voice raspy from disuse.

Right. Back to reality as it is. The reality was a harsh and icy one, filled with fertility clinics and crushed dreams.

I found myself in an uptown New York clinic that my best friend, Dana Cortez, had recommended. Dana was a renowned medical geneticist and brilliant scientist who had dedicated her life to helping couples struggling with infertility. After leaving Jake's office, I rushed to her apartment, tears streaming down my face, the sushi platter long forgotten.

Dana had held me as I sobbed, whispering words of comfort and reassurance. She had suggested I come to this clinic, a place where she knew I’d receive the best possible care.

As I followed the receptionist down the sterile hallway, the scent of disinfectant heavy in the air, I couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness. This wasn't how I had envisioned my life. Instead of researching fertility treatments, I should’ve been planning a wedding.

But life, it seemed, had other plans. And as I entered the doctor's office, a nervous knot formed in my stomach. I knew that I had to face those plans head-on, no matter how painful they might be. The ghost of Jake's betrayal still lingered, a constant reminder of the love I had lost. But maybe, just maybe, there’s another kind of love waiting for me at the end of this journey. This love would heal my wounds and provide me with the family I so desperately craved.

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