I brought my four-year-old triplet sons to my billionaire ex-husband’s wedding — and the reaction from his family was colder than ice.

During a legal meeting downtown, Eleanor slid a check across the conference table.

“Take ten million dollars,” she said coldly. “Sign over custody and disappear forever.”

I stared at the check.

Then I laughed.

Actually laughed.

“Oh, Eleanor,” I whispered softly. “You still think I’m struggling financially.”

Her jaw tightened instantly.

“Don’t push me.”