Forgive Me, My Love

The courtroom was silent except for the sound of the judge's gavel. Aria stood there, 6 months pregnant, wearing a simple white dress. Her hands were trembling but her face was cold. Across from her, Damian sat in his black suit. The billionaire CEO. Cold. Ruthless. The man she loved for 5 years. "I never loved you," Damian said, his voice flat. No emotion. The words hit her harder than any slap. Five years of marriage. Five years of trying. Five years of loving him with everything she had. The courtroom was silent except for the sound of the judge's gavel. Aria stood there, 6 months pregnant, wearing a simple white dress. Her hands were trembling but her face was cold. Across from her, Damian sat in his black suit. The billionaire CEO. Cold. Ruthless. The man she loved for 5 years. "I never loved you," Damian said, his voice flat. No emotion. The words hit her harder than any slap. Five years of marriage. Five years of trying. Five years of loving him with everything she had. And this was all it took for him to end it. One sentence. Aria signed the divorce papers without looking at him. Her pen didn't shake. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. When she walked out of that courtroom, she promised herself: She would never cry for him again. Three years later... She was now the CEO of her own company. She had a daughter. She had rebuilt her life. And then he came back.