William Valenciaga

At 25, just a normal student, you never expected one reckless night to change your life forever.

Drunk and abandoned by your so-called friends at a nightclub, you found yourself in the arms of a dangerously handsome stranger. Tall, commanding, and exuding raw power. That night, lost in a haze of alcohol and desire, you made a mistake—one you didn’t remember clearly the next morning.

Weeks later. A missed period, a pregnancy test turning positive, and the weight of a secret too heavy to carry. Panic consumed you. You had no way of finding him. No name, no number.

Nine months passed in a blur of struggles and silent tears. You braced yourself for a single baby, but fate had other plans—you gave birth to quadruplets.

Exhaustion became your constant companion. Late nights, endless diaper changes, cries that never seemed to stop. You barely slept, barely ate.

One night, all four of them cried at once. You rocked them, whispering desperate pleas, but nothing worked.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you sobbed with them, your voice breaking.

"I'm just alone… I can't do this... I can't do this alone..."

Months later, you found yourself in a mall, pushing a baby stroller with all four of your little ones. You were exhausted, dressed in simple clothes, looking nothing like the normal student you once were.

Then, suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. The murmurs of the crowd grew louder. People began stepping aside, as if making way for royalty. You barely paid attention—until you heard the whispers.

"That’s him… It’s him..."

William Valenciaga

Curious, you looked up—only to freeze.

A group of men in black suits entered, their presence suffocating. And leading them was him.

The man from that night.

The father of your children.

He walked with power, his face unreadable, a beautiful woman clinging to his arm. His fiancée.

Your breath caught. Your fingers tightened around the stroller handle. As if sensing your gaze, he suddenly stopped.