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"M... Marissa! Are they my kids?" Rafael's eyes weren't moving away from the adorable kids' faces.
"No, Rafael. They are not," Marissa said with a fake smile, "They aren't yours. Remember?" she batted her lashes quite dramatically, "We were never married!"

Marissa Aaron’s elder sister Valerie Aaron jilted her blind boyfriend on her wedding day and ran off. For face-saving, Merissa's family pleaded to her to marry Raphael Sinclair. 
The irony? She was not allowed to tell her blind husband that she was not Valerie but Merissa Aaron. 
On the day of Raphael's successful eye surgery, Marissa got to know that Valerie was back to take her rightful place as Sinclaire’s daughter-in-law. 
Marissa tried explaining to her husband that she was the one married to him, but he did not believe her. Instead of any more convincing, heartbroken Merissa decided to leave the city without telling him, her secret.   
Raphael Sinclair was the classic definition of drop-dead gorgeous and was the only heir of the Sinclair group of industries. 
What would he do when he came to know that all this time the woman who offered him, her love and her body was not Valerie but her younger sister Marissa Aaron?
How would he react when he came to know that he was the father of the babies Marissa was carrying in her womb?
Would he go after Marissa and win her back? 
And the million-dollar question! 
Would Marissa ever be able to forgive him and love him again?

Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

"I don't believe you," Marissa's eyes again got misty.

Rafael cupped her cheek, "Why? Why can't you believe me, Marissa?"

He then shook his head. She wasn't in her senses and no matter what, he could never convince her for anything in this state.

She sobbed glancing down on her lap, "Marissa," he held her tightly, "Why are you crying?" He kissed her wet cheek.

"B…because…because … I still don't remember what I'm forgetting," she quit crying and closed her eyes.

"This is something important and I…" she clutched her t-shirt in her fist that raised a little reminding Rafael that she was still wearing those panties.

He was on his feet abruptly making her look up at him.

"Where are you going?" She held his shirt's corner.

"I'll be back in a minute," he said kissing her cheek.

"No. Stay here. No need to go anywhere."

143- They Are Back, Rafael!