In the bustling chaos of an airport lounge, billionaire hotelier Jack Morel was rushing toward his gate when something made him stop cold.
A young woman lay on the floor, clutching two sleeping babies, her bag as a pillow, a thin blanket barely shielding them from the chill. Jack’s gaze locked on her face — pale, exhausted… and achingly familiar.
Lisa.
The maid his mother had fired years ago for a crime she didn’t commit. The woman he’d loved — and lost.
When their eyes met, time fractured. Then Jack looked down at the twins… and froze.
They had his eyes — that same unmistakable shade of blue.
“Lisa,” he whispered, voice trembling. “These children… are they mine?”
Tears welled in her eyes. “You weren’t supposed to find out. Your mother… she made me disappear.”
The boarding call echoed: “Final call for Paris–New York.”
Jack looked at his ticket — then tore it in half.
“I’m not leaving again.”
In that instant, love, loss, and fate collided — and a broken family began to heal.
