A small taxi pulled up, and an elderly woman leaned out the window. She was dressed in a dark habit—clearly a nun.

“My child, do you need help?” she called gently. “Come in. The babies must be freezing.”

Lena blinked in disbelief, but didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her daughters in her coat and climbed in.

The woman took her to a nearby convent. There, Lena was given a warm bed, food, and the comfort of kindness. She soon began teaching at the church’s school and working nights at a café. Slowly, she saved enough to rent a small apartment.

Two years later, she opened her own café—“The Twin Bean”—and business boomed. By the time her daughters turned five, Lena had opened two more locations. She’d also bought a modest but lovely home and gave her girls the childhood they deserved.

All without Travis.

Meanwhile, Travis’s empire began to crumble. Poor decisions, risky investments, and bad partners dragged him into debt. One by one, people turned their backs on him.

And then he remembered Lena.

He had heard whispers—about her success, her beautiful daughters, her thriving cafés. Swallowing his pride, he showed up at her doorstep one spring morning.

Lena opened the door and froze.

“Travis?”

“Lena… please,” he said, his voice trembling. “I made the worst mistake of my life. I lost everything—my company, my savings. I have nothing left. But I heard… I heard you’re doing well. I just… I didn’t know where else to go.”

Lena stared at him in silence, her mind spinning. The man who once threw her and her babies out was now begging on her porch.

Travis’s eyes welled up as he spotted a framed photo of Isla and Naomi. “They’ve grown so much,” he whispered. “Please tell them I’m sorry.”

Despite everything, Lena’s heart softened. She still remembered the man she had once loved, even if that version of him hadn’t lasted.

She handed him a check—just enough to help him start over.

“You’re helping me?” he said, stunned. “Even after what I did?”

“I learned two things the night you threw me out,” Lena replied. “One: greed destroys everything. Two: forgiveness is a gift we give ourselves, not just others.”

Travis broke down. “I’ll never be able to repay you. I want to make things right. With you. With them.”

“I don’t know if that’s possible,” she said gently. “But if you truly want to change, start by being present—for your daughters.”

And with that, Lena closed the door, not on forgiveness—but on the past.

Her future, and her daughters’, was already shining brightly ahead.