His children.

Barely six months old. Their tiny hands clutched the fabric of her cardigan as they bounced slightly with every movement she made.

Eleanor’s shoulders shook, but she didn’t stop scrubbing.

Behind her stood Melissa—Daniel’s wife—arms crossed, face tight with irritation.

You missed a spot,” Melissa said sharply. “If you’re going to help, at least do it properly.”

Daniel’s breath left his body in a silent gasp.

“WHAT is going on?” he demanded.

Everyone turned.

Eleanor flinched like she’d been caught stealing. Melissa rolled her eyes.

“Oh. You’re home early.”

Daniel ignored her. He rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside his mother.

“Mom—what are you doing?” His hands shook as he reached for the babies. “Why are the twins on your back?”

Eleanor tried to smile. It broke him.

“I didn’t want to bother Melissa,” she whispered. “She said the babies were fussy, and I thought… if I carried them while I cleaned, she could rest.”

Daniel stood slowly, rage burning behind his eyes.

“Melissa,” he said quietly. “Why is my mother cleaning the floor on her hands and knees?”

Melissa scoffed. “She offered.”

Eleanor shook her head weakly. “I just… I didn’t want to be a burden. She said since we’re lucky to live here, I should help more.”

Daniel’s heart pounded.

“Lucky?” he repeated.

Melissa’s voice sharpened. “Your mother lives here for free. I’m exhausted, Daniel. I carried twins. Someone has to help. And she’s always saying she wants to feel useful.”

Daniel gently lifted the babies from Eleanor’s back, holding them close. He helped his mother sit on the couch, noticing how slowly she moved, how her hands trembled.

How long has this been happening?” he asked.

Eleanor stared at the floor.

“Since you went to Singapore last month,” she admitted. “I didn’t want to cause trouble between you two.”

Daniel turned back to Melissa.

“You let my mother carry my children while scrubbing floors?”

Melissa shrugged. “She’s not helpless. And frankly, she does things wrong anyway. I have standards.”

The room went silent.

Daniel straightened his back.

“So do I.”

Melissa blinked. “Excuse me?”

Daniel’s voice was calm now—dangerously calm.

“My mother raised three kids alone after my father died. She worked two jobs. She cleaned offices at night so I could go to college. Every dollar I have exists because of her sacrifices.”

He looked at Eleanor, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“And this,” he said, gesturing to her raw knees, “is how you repay her?”

Melissa laughed nervously. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No,” Daniel said. “I’m being done.”

Her smile vanished.

“What do you mean?”

Daniel pulled out his phone.

“You like reminding my mother that she ‘lives here for free.’ You forget whose name is on this house.”

Melissa’s face went pale.

“And whose name is on every account,” Daniel continued. “And who signed the prenup you never bothered to read carefully.”

Eleanor gasped. “Daniel, please—”

He knelt beside her again, wiping her tears.

“You’re not leaving,” he said softly. “She is.”

Melissa stepped back. “You wouldn’t.”

Daniel pressed a button on his phone. “Security will escort you out tonight. Your bags will be delivered tomorrow.”

“You’re choosing HER over me?” Melissa screamed.

Daniel stood, holding his children.

“I’m choosing decency,” he said. “And my kids will never grow up thinking this is love.”

Melissa stormed out, her heels echoing down the hallway.

The house fell quiet.

Daniel turned to his mother, helping her stand.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I should have seen it.”

Eleanor shook her head. “I just wanted peace.”

Daniel held her hand.

“So did I,” he said. “And now we’ll have it.”

That night, Eleanor slept in the master bedroom. A nurse arrived the next morning. And Daniel canceled every meeting for the week.

For the first time in years, the house felt like a home.

Not because of money.

But because kindness finally walked back through the door.

Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.