Chapter 3 - Three Identical Faces
Clara turned her head back toward the open doors of the second black SUV.
She extended her hands toward the vehicle with a serene, proud smile.
"I brought your grandsons to celebrate," Clara declared clearly.
From the leather seats of the SUV, three five-year-old boys stepped out onto the cobblestones. They were dressed in matching, immaculately tailored pastel suits—one in light blue, one in sage green, and one in light purple.
As the three boys walked up to Clara, taking her hands and lining up beside her silver dress, the entire crowd of two hundred guests gasped in collective horror and fascination.
The three boys didn't just look like Jonathan—they were exact, identical miniature carbon copies of him. They shared his striking dark hair, his sharp jawline, and the distinct piercing blue eyes that had run through the Montgomery family line for four generations.
Jonathan’s face drained of every ounce of color. His jaw dropped, his knees trembling beneath his sharp black tuxedo.
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"They... they look exactly like me," Jonathan whispered, his voice cracking with absolute panic.
👉 Read PART 4 to see how Eleanor reacted when she saw the boys up close!
