EPISODE: 2

• But you were gone, moved out, traveled abroad. I didn’t even know your last name. Andrew felt like his legs couldn’t hold him anymore. Suddenly, the doctor returned, holding a folder. Mr. Andrew, may I speak with you privately? Andrew nodded. In the doctor’s office, the truth slammed into him like a train. They are your children, Mr. Andrew, the doctor said.
• 100% match. Andrew’s knees buckled. He didn’t just sit. he dropped. Right there on the white tiled floor, he knelt, hands on his face, tears falling freely. My God, he whispered. I have children. The same man who had been told by two different wives that he was the reason they couldn’t conceive.
• The same man who had started believing he would never be a father. Now two boys, his blood, Andrew walked out of the room, still crying. Sandra stood to her feet as he approached. Andrew fell to his knees again, this time before her. I’m so sorry, he sobbed. I didn’t know. Please forgive me. Sandra looked down at him. Her face was unreadable.
• You left me, Andrew, she said. Pregnant, alone. I begged. I suffered. I almost gave up. The twins came running into the hallway just then, each holding a small juice box given to them by a nurse. They stopped when they saw Andrew on his knees. “Mom,” Jerry whispered. Sandra looked at them and forced a smile. “It’s okay, boys,” she said softly.
• “It’s okay.” But inside her, nothing was okay. “Not yet. Not even close.” The rain had stopped, but inside Sandra’s heart. A storm still raged. Andrew drove in silence, his eyes glued to the road. In the back seat, Sandra sat beside the twins, now dry and asleep with hospital blankets wrapped around their shoulders.
• She watched them breathe peacefully, something they rarely did when hungry or cold. Andrew finally spoke. You’re coming with me, he said. To my house. Sandra didn’t answer. She just kept watching her sons. He looked at her in the mirror. Sandra, please let me make this right. She closed her eyes. You can’t fix 10 years, she whispered, but she didn’t tell him to stop. Not yet.
• The car pulled up to a massive black gate in Maitama Andrews mansion. The guards, confused but respectful, opened the gate. Inside, golden lights lit the driveway. Flowers lined both sides. A Rolls-Royce garage stood beside a fountain. The house looked like something out of a dreamly. Sandra didn’t feel like dreaming.

EPISODE: 3

• She stepped out of the car barefoot. The boys stirred awake, their sleepy eyes widening at the mansion. “Mom, are we in heaven?” Jeremiah asked softly. Sandra managed a weak smile and pulled him close. “No, baby, not heaven. Just a place she never thought she’d returned to with the man who changed her world in one night.
• ” Andrews staff scrambled when they saw her. One of the maids ran to get towels. The chef peeked from the hallway. The housekeeper whispered something, her eyes fixed on Sandra’s muddy wrapper. Prepare two guest rooms upstairs. Andrew ordered. And get something warm for the boys. He turned to Sandra. You two, please use my sister’s room.
• She doesn’t live here anymore. Sandra nodded slightly. But before she followed the maid, she looked him in the eye. If you’re trying to impress me with gold walls and roses, don’t waste your time. I’m not here for your money. Andrew swallowed. I know. Then she walked up the stairs, her head high, holding Jerry and Jeremiah’s hands.
• Andrew stood there, frozen by the weight of guilt. That night, after the boys had eaten and fallen asleep, Sandra sat alone on the balcony outside the guest room, wearing one of Andrew’s late mother’s simple night gowns. Her natural hair was out, thick and untamed. The stars blinked above her. The air was calm, but her thoughts weren’t.
• She didn’t even notice Andrew step onto the balcony until he quietly pulled up a chair beside her. I never meant to hurt you, he began. You were drunk, she replied. But what hurt more was how you vanished. No number, no address, just gone. He nodded. I thought I was chasing something. A degree, a future.
• But now I see. I ran away from the only real thing I had. Sandra turned to him. You don’t even remember what happened that night, do you? Andrew looked away. No, he whispered. I remember bits. You driving me? You helping me into my room. Then it all gets blurry. I’ve lived with shame for years, but I didn’t even know I left you with this.
• He stopped, his voice choking. Two boys, my sons. Sandra, why didn’t you tell me? She laughed bitterly. Tell you when? How? I worked at a restaurant. You were a billionaire who vanished. You don’t know what it’s like being pregnant and homeless. I begged. I scrubbed floors. I even wanted to sell my late father’s radio just to buy baby food. Andrew wiped a tear.
• I can’t imagine. You can’t, she said softly. There was a long silence. I had two marriages, he said suddenly. Both ended because they said I was the problem. I couldn’t father a child. I got tested. Doctors said I was fine, but still I believed them. Sandra turned to him sharply. You thought you were cursed? He nodded.

EPISODE: 4

• But now, now I know I was never the problem. He looked up at her, eyes shining. They are my blessing. The next morning, Sandra stood in the massive kitchen, helping the cook prepare breakfast. She had refused to sit idle. Jerry and Jeremiah sat at the marble countertop, giggling at the taste of scrambled eggs and sausages food they had only dreamed of.
• Andrew walked in and stopped at the door, his heart softened. Sandra, the girl he abandoned, now stood in his house, feeding their sons. After breakfast, he said, “We’re going to the store. You and the boys need everything. New clothes, books, shoes.” Sandra looked up. “We don’t need pity. This isn’t pity. This is me being a father,” he said, voice firm.
• She studied him, then nodded slowly. Later that day, they visited the best shopping mall in town. Sandra stood awkwardly in the women’s section, unsure what to touch or try. But the twins, they ran wild, jumping from sneakers to backpacks to superhero lunchboxes. Andrew watched them, laughing, tears in his eyes.
• It felt like home. But not everyone at the mall was happy. A woman across the aisle at all flashy loud was watching them with sharp eyes. It was Stella. Andrew’s second ex-wife. She walked up, fake smile painted across her lips. Well, well, Andrew shopping with new family. Andrew stiffened.
• Sandra glanced at the woman unsure who she was. Stella looked Sandra up and down. Waitress, right? You served us once at that fancy restaurant. What’s this? A charity program? Andrew stepped in front of Sandra. She’s the mother of my children. Watch your tone. Stella blinked. Children? You? That’s impossible.
• Andrew smiled proudly placing his hand on Jerry’s shoulder. Not anymore. He turned away with his family. Stella stood frozen, shocked, and speechless. That night, as Sandra tucked the boys into their soft new beds, she paused. Jerry turned to her. “Mom, are we staying here forever?” She hesitated, then nodded for now. “Yes, but inside,” a voice whispered, “Can you really trust him? What if he changes again? What if this piece doesn’t last?” And just as she kissed Jeremiah good night, she heard footsteps behind her.
• Andrew. He stood at the door holding a brown envelope. I got you something, he said quietly. Sandra opened it. Inside was a letter of admission. Nursing school. Her name printed clearly. Tears filled her eyes. She looked up at him speechless. “I want you to become what you always dreamed of,” he said. But before she could say anything, a loud crash echoed from downstairs.

EPISODE: 5

• A window had shattered. Someone had broken into the mansion. The alarm wailed through the mansion like a scream in the night. Andrew rushed downstairs barefoot, his heart pounding as fast as the siren. Sandra held the boys close upstairs, crouching behind the wall near the staircase, her arms shaking but firm. She listened to the shouting voices below.
• “Stay here,” she whispered to Jerry and Jeremiah. “Don’t move. No matter what happens, the twins nodded, fear frozen on their faces. Downstairs, Andrew found the broken window in the sitting room. Shards of glass lay scattered like ice across the marble floor. Curtains flapped violently in the wind. Two of his security guards were already inside, weapons drawn.
• “Who got in?” Andrew shouted, his voice thick with panic. “No one, sir. They must have fled.” But whoever it was, they knew the security layout. No camera caught them entering. Andrew stepped over the broken glass and picked up something small, a ring, gold, engraved. His blood ran cold. He knew that ring.
• It belonged to his older brother, Desmond. 10 years ago, Desmond was supposed to take over their father’s business empire. But after a public scandal involving fraud and embezzlement, Andrew had been forced to step in and clean the mess. Desmond vanished without a trace and no one had seen or heard from him again until now.
• Back upstairs, Sandra held her sons tightly, rocking them slowly. “Andrew returned, trying to calm his breath.” “It’s okay,” he said. “You’re safe now. The guards are everywhere.” “Who was it?” Sandra asked. Andrew hesitated. “Someone from the past.” Sandra studied his face. “There’s more to this, isn’t there?” He nodded slowly sitting down on the hallway bench.
• I think my brother’s back. And if I’m right, he’s not here for a reunion. The next day, Andrew called in a private investigator and reinforced the mansion’s security. Meanwhile, Sandra, though shaken, didn’t let it stop her. She started classes at the nursing school. Andrew enrolled her in. She studied at night after the boys had gone to bed, determined to catch up and prove she still had what it takes 7 at 30.
• But the mansion didn’t stay peaceful for long. One afternoon after class, Sandra returned to find one of the maids sobbing in the kitchen. “What happened?” she asked. The maid stammered. “A man came, said he was Mr. Andrews cousin. He he threatened me. Told me to give him details about your boys. He knew their names. Madam, he knew where they sleep. Sandra froze.
• Her legs turned weak. She grabbed her phone. Andrew answered immediately. I’m on my way. That night, Sandra paced in the boy’s room as they slept. Andrew, this isn’t safe anymore. I think we should leave. I won’t let anyone hurt you or the twins, he said firmly. This is your home now, and I’ll protect it.
• Sandra looked up at him. But what if you can’t? Andrew sighed. Then I’ll die trying. 3 days later. The unthinkable happened. Sandra arrived home from school to find the mansion empty. No guards at the gate. No maid at the door. The lights inside flickered like something had disrupted the power. She walked in carefully, her heart pounding.
• Andrew, she called out. No response. Jerry. Jeremiah. Silence. Suddenly, she heard a faint cry. a child’s voice. Upstairs, she ran faster than she ever had in her life. She reached the boy’s room and burst inside, empty, but the window was open. And on the bed, there was a note. Her hands trembled as she picked it up.
• If you want your children alive, tell Andrew to give me what’s mine. He knows exactly what I mean. D. Her knees gave out. She screamed. Andrew arrived minutes later to find her curled on the floor, clutching the note. He picked it up, read it, and dropped it like it was on fire. Desmond had taken the twins.