A few months later, I found out I was pregnant. When I told him, I thought we’d face it together, but he abandoned me. He said he wasn’t ready to be a father and didn’t want the responsibility.
That was the last time I saw him. Logan clenched his fists on the table, struggling to contain the anger welling up inside him. He just left you? Olivia nodded, her eyes brimming with tears.
Yes, I was alone, with no support. My parents couldn’t help much, and I did what I could to provide for the girls, but it wasn’t enough. I eventually lost my job, and over time, the bills piled up.
When Harper and Hazel were two years old, we were evicted from our apartment. Since then, we’ve been living on the streets, relying on the kindness of strangers. Logan sat in silence, processing everything he’d just heard.
The Olivia he had once known was strong, but life had broken her in ways he never imagined. Why didn’t you ever ask for help? he finally asked, his voice softer now. I was ashamed, Olivia admitted.
Ashamed of how my life had fallen apart. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this, especially someone like you. Logan took a deep breath, feeling a mix of compassion and sadness.
Olivia, no one deserves to go through this. You’re not alone anymore. I’ll help you and your daughters get back on your feet.
Why, Logan? Why are you doing all this? He hesitated, but knew he had to be honest. Because, despite everything, I care about you. I’ve always cared.
Olivia sat in silence, unable to respond. Logan’s words echoed in her mind as she tried to process everything that was happening. That night, as Olivia tucked the girls into bed, she reflected on what Logan had said.
For the first time in years, she felt a spark of hope. But she also knew that accepting help meant facing her deepest fears and rebuilding her life from scratch. The next morning, as sunlight poured through the mansion’s large windows, Olivia woke to the soft laughter of Harper and Hazel playing on the carpet beside the bed.
For a moment, she felt like she was dreaming. It was hard to believe that just 24 hours earlier, she’d been sitting on a sidewalk, unsure where their next meal would come from. She stretched and called the girls to get ready.
Fresh clothes had been set out in the room, carefully chosen by the housekeeper. Olivia was struck by the thoughtfulness, though she still felt out of place in such a luxurious setting. When they went downstairs for breakfast, Logan was already in the living room, reviewing some papers.
He looked up when he heard the twins’ footsteps and gave a faint smile. Did you sleep well? he asked. Harper nodded eagerly, while Hazel shyly held her mother’s hand.
Yes, it was the best night we’ve had in a long time, Olivia replied, a touch of gratitude in her voice. I’m glad to hear that. Logan gestured for them to sit.
You don’t have to worry about anything today. I want you to rest. The girls can play in the garden or wherever they like.
Olivia hesitated. Logan, I… I don’t know how to thank you for all of this, but I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness. As soon as I can, I’ll find a job and… Logan raised a hand, stopping her.
There’s no rush, Olivia. Before anything else, you need to recover. Don’t worry about timelines.
We’ll figure this out together. Despite his reassuring words, Olivia still felt a weight on her chest. Accepting help didn’t come naturally to her.
However, her daughter’s well-being came first, and for their sake, she swallowed her pride. After breakfast, Harper and Hazel went to play in the garden under the housekeeper’s supervision. Olivia, meanwhile, helped clear the dishes, feeling uneasy about not contributing more.
Logan found her in the kitchen, shaking his head as he saw her trying to wash the dishes. Olivia, you don’t have to do that. I need to something, Logan.
I don’t feel right just taking everything without giving back. Logan sighed. If that’s how you feel, fine.
But for now, I want to talk about the girls. Do they have everything they need? Olivia paused, thinking. They need a few things, like clothes and shoes.
What they have is old and worn. Great, let’s go out and get what they need. Olivia’s eyes widened.
That’s not necessary, Logan. I can manage later. No discussion, Logan said with a gentle smile.
I’ll get the car. Half an hour later, Olivia, Harper, and Hazel were in a children’s store downtown, with Logan watching closely. The girls were delighted, running between the racks and trying on new clothes.
Can I really get this, mommy? Harper asked, holding a sparkling blue dress. Olivia’s heart ached at the sight of her daughter’s bright, hopeful eyes. Yes, sweetheart, you can.
Hazel, the more reserved twin, held up a pair of new sneakers. Me too, mommy? Olivia nodded with an emotional smile. You too, my love.
Logan watched silently, pleased to see the girls so happy. After picking out clothes, shoes, and a few toys, he took them to a restaurant for lunch. During lunch, the twins chattered excitedly, sharing stories and playing with each other.
Olivia watched them, feeling a sense of relief as she saw them smiling at last. You’ve done so much for us today, Logan. Thank you, Olivia said sincerely.
I’ve only done what anyone should do, Logan replied casually. You deserve this. Olivia lowered her eyes, the shame creeping back.
She knew Logan was being kind, but she couldn’t help remembering how she had treated him in the past. You’re a much better person than I was to you, Logan, she murmured, almost inaudibly. Logan frowned.
Olivia, the past is behind us. What matters now is what we do moving forward, she nodded, though the guilt still lingered. When they returned to the mansion, the twins ran straight to the garden, showing off their new clothes.
Olivia watched them from the living room window, a smile on her face. For the first time in years, she felt safe. Logan, standing beside her, broke the silence.
They’re incredible little girls. They’re my strength to keep going. Even in the worst moments, they gave me a reason to move forward.
Logan looked at her with admiration. You’re stronger than you realize, Olivia, to go through everything you have and still stand tall. That’s something few people can do, do.
She sighed. I don’t know if it’s strength or just stubbornness, but either way, thank you. Logan smiled.
If you ever need anything, you know you can count on me. Olivia nodded, finally feeling that she could trust someone besides herself. The next morning, Olivia woke up to the soft sunlight streaming through the curtains.
Harper and Hazel were still fast asleep, their faces relaxed, free from the worries they had carried on the streets. Olivia watched her daughters for a moment, feeling a mix of relief and hope. Maybe starting over was possible after all.
After getting dressed, she went downstairs and found Logan in the kitchen, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. He looked up when he heard her footsteps and smiled. Good morning.
Did you sleep well? Yes, thank you. And you? Like a rock, he replied, folding the newspaper and standing up. I made coffee for you two.