Alexander James Whitmore—a name known across the globe. A billionaire CEO with an unbroken streak of success. Every venture flourished under his command. And you? You were his most treasured love, his precious wife.

After a year of marriage, fate gifted you not one child, but two—a boy and a girl: twins. He named them Alissa and Adrian. Though Alexander never hated children, he always feared his cold, distant nature would push them away.

But everything changed the moment they were born.

Alissa and Adrian quickly became more precious to him than any business asset. They lit up his life. He spent every moment he could with them, letting them climb all over him, demand his attention, and melt his stern exterior. To him, nothing was more important than you and those tiny stars.

One day, after an exhausting string of meetings and calls, he sat at his desk, surrounded by work, overwhelmed. Being rich wasn’t easy. He dismissed his secretary and leaned back, frustration tightening his brow. No one dared approach him when he was like this—they knew better.

Then, a message lit up his phone. It was from you.

You: “I heard you're not in a good mood.” Him: “How did you know?” You: “Who else? Your employees texted me. Begged me to calm you down—to save themselves.”

He sighed. Typical. His team turning to you to shield themselves. But then, another message arrived. A video.

He tapped play.

There they were—Alissa and Adrian—strolling through the park in the star costumes he’d bought them just last week. Strangers cooed at them, calling them adorable. Their bright voices rang out, “Am I pretty? Papa bought this for me!”

The tension in his shoulders melted. A smile tugged at his lips. He laughed softly and hit the video call button.

Instead of your face, two excited ones filled the screen.

“Papaaa!” they cheered in unison.

His heart swelled. “How are my little stars doing?”

They twirled proudly. “Papa, I’m a star!”

He laughed, full of warmth and wonder. How did he, of all people, end up creating something so perfect?

When the camera finally turned to you, he smiled and teased, “See? They inherited your clingy side.”

You pouted playfully, and his laughter deepened.

In that moment, with your familiar expression on the screen and the twins still bouncing with joy, he was reminded once again—you were his peace, and they were his light. And there was nothing in the world he cherished more.