He looked at the two children—at Eddie and Ella.
Their innocent smiles seemed to speak the words that were never said.
Edward knelt down in front of them.
“Eddie,” he asked gently, “do you want to ride in my airplane?”
The child’s eyes widened.
“Really?”
He nodded. “Yes. But there’s one condition.”
“What is it?”
Edward smiled, though his voice was still trembling.
“You have to call me Daddy.”
The child was silent for a moment before happily shouting:
“Daddy Edward!”
Ella laughed and hugged Edward’s leg. Clara, could hardly believe what she was seeing.
Now, for the first time, she saw an Edward Langford who was not a CEO, not cold, not selfish—but a man who had found a reason to love again.
The next day, inside his private jet, Clara and the twins sat side-by-side. While the children slept, Edward approached and gently held Clara’s hand.
“I can’t bring back the lost years,” he said. “But if you allow me, I want to start over. For them. For you.”
Clara looked at him, and for the first time since she was driven away back then, she saw in Edward’s eyes not the arrogance of a rich man—but regret and the desire to right a wrong.
“All we need,” Clara replied, “is for you to be a real father to them.”
Edward smiled, and in that moment, he knew that was the beginning of the life he never knew he was searching for.
Outside, the sun rose above the clouds—and inside the airplane, three hearts that were once broken, were now reunited.
And for the first time, it was not fear, not anger, but love that enveloped Edward Langford.