Occasionally, they crossed paths in the mansion. He’d ask how she felt, check on appointments, even suggest ways to ease her stress.

The walls between them began to crack. Despite her efforts to remain detached, Layla found herself drawn to the man behind the deal. Henry, too, started feeling emotions he hadn’t allowed himself in years.

Months passed. The baby was coming. Henry froze for a second, then leapt into action—summoning the driver, organizing everything. On the way to the hospital, he sat beside her, holding her hand. It seemed automatic, yet it meant something.

At the hospital, he refused to leave her side. He watched, overwhelmed, as Layla endured the pain with strength he hadn’t expected. When the first cry rang out, he stood in stunned silence.

Layla gave birth to a twin!

“A boy,” the doctor announced. Then came the second cry. “And a girl.”

Exhausted, Layla looked at them, eyes glowing. She knew she wouldn’t have them for long. Henry watched the newborns, and then turned to her.

“You were incredible. Thank you.”

Tears streamed down her face, though she didn’t know if they were for joy or heartbreak.

Later, in her room, Layla felt the looming emptiness. The babies weren’t hers to keep. But when Henry walked in, cradling both infants, something shifted. He looked different—softer.

Weeks passed, full of joy and pain. She loved the twins, but her time was almost up. The day of departure came. She packed quietly, refusing to cry. Downstairs, Henry waited.

“Everything’s ready,” she said.

“Are you really leaving?” he asked.

“That was the deal.”

He stood, holding the contract. Then, without a word, he tore it up.

“I don’t want you to go, Layla. I need you. Not just for the twins. You brought something into my life I didn’t know I needed.”

“How do I know this is real?” she asked.

“Because I’ve lived without love, and it left me empty. You made me human again.”

“I fell for you, Henry,” she whispered. “But I don’t know if I can trust.”

“I don’t know how to prove it. But I’ll try—every day—if you let me.”

Layla paused, then nodded. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

He embraced her, and for the first time, she felt like she truly belonged.

Weeks later, they held a small ceremony in the garden. Sunlight danced over flowers as they exchanged vows. Henry promised to be the man she believed in.

Layla promised to trust him and walk beside him. Holding the twins, wrapped in love, they began a new chapter—not perfect, but real. And that was enough.