Six years after being framed and exiled while pregnant, Annalise returns to New York with genius triplets to get billionaire Archibald's signature for custody. But Archibald never knew her truth—and the real father of her children is the man who assaulted her. Can she protect her family from the Sanders dynasty and the shadow that hunts them?
That's none of your business. Since you and I haven't yet been fully divorced, this is my business. Are you hiding a husband? An ex-boyfriend? Is some deadbeat going to show up at my gate demanding money?
There is no deadbeat. There is no husband. Then who? Three children don't appear via immaculate conception. Who is he?
I can't tell him the truth that my children are the product of a brutal assault in the dark. A ruthless man like Archibald wouldn't pity me. He would use the scandal to crush me entirely.
There is no man in the picture. The father is out of our lives, permanently. That is all you need to know. So, a hit and run affair?
Judging by their age, you conceived them right around the time our marriage was imploding. You violated the morality clause of our contract before the ink was even dry. I never cheated!
Don't lie to me. My grandfather showed me the files himself. I know exactly what kind of wife you were. After conceiving the illegitimate children, you embezzled the family trust fund and fled to
What are you talking about? I never stole a dime. I was thrown out into the street with absolutely nothing! The case is closed.
That woman in the file was a greedy, unfaithful parasite. You are a griffer, Annalise. A good one. But claiming to be the wronged victim?
That is a bridge too far. Do not try to wear the mask of innocence. I am innocent!