The days since Elena’s birth had passed in a blur of quiet moments and tender care. The world outside still moved with its usual rush, but inside the penthouse, time seemed to slow. Each breath, each soft sound, felt amplified.

The gentle rise and fall of Elena’s chest was the new rhythm we lived by, and I found myself caught in the endless wonder of watching her sleep. It was strange how one tiny life could shift everything—turn pain into joy and fear into hope.

Lucian stayed by my side every minute he could. The man who once seemed so cold and distant had transformed into someone patient and gentle....