My contract husband told me on our wedding night: "Don't ever fall for me."I was just a poor nursing student paid $50,000 to marry Ethan Knight, the cold heir of Knight Empire, so he could claim his inheritance. One year. No feelings. No sex. Just a signature.I broke the first rule. I fell for him. He broke the second. One drunk night, he mistook me for his first love. One month later, I left the marriage with two secrets growing inside me.Three years later, I'm back in New York as a pediatric nurse. My twins need an expensive surgery. My new boss at the hospital? My ex-husband. More ruthless, more handsome, and staring at my children like he's seen them before.He whispers, "Who's the father of my kids, Ava?"He doesn't know they are his. He doesn't know I still love him. And I will never tell him... until he finds the DNA test.

Shiko lies about where she lives. She says Kileleshwa, but she lives in a single room in Kasarani where rent is 7000 and the dust never leaves your shoes.Kevin lies too. He says Lavington and IT job, but he is a loader in Industrial Area earning 500 bob a day.They meet in Java House, Westlands, where a latte is 650 bob. She expected a rich man. He came with dusty shoes, breathing hard because he walked from Kangemi stage to save 50 bob, and a paper rose made from newspaper.Then her sponsor walked in. The rich man with the white Prado who pays her rent. He grabbed her wrist in Java and reversed her M-Pesa. Balance: 120 shillings. Rent due tomorrow.Now she must choose: The Prado that pays her bills but owns her, or the boy from Kasarani who has only 340 bob in M-Pesa but made her a rose with his own hands?A real Nairobi story about sponsor culture, M-Pesa, matatu, and love that started with two lies.