CHAPTER 3 — The Woman He Forgot
258 Words
Five years later.
“Mom, hurry!”
Laughter filled the small but lively home as two children ran across the living room, their tiny footsteps echoing with energy and life.
Amara smiled as she followed behind them, her heart full in a way she never thought possible.
“Slow down!” she called out.
But they never did.
They were her world.
Her reason.
Her strength.
And they had no idea who their father was.
---
Life hadn’t been easy.
Far from it.
There were nights she went to bed hungry so they wouldn’t have to.
Days she worked until her body ached just to keep everything together.
But she made it.
She built something from nothing.
A small fashion brand that was finally beginning to gain attention.
It wasn’t luxury.
Not yet.
But it was hers.
---
Across the city…
Ethan Blackwood had everything.
Power.
Wealth.
Control.
And yet—
Something felt missing.
He stood in his office, staring at the skyline with an unreadable expression.
Women came and went.
Deals came and went.
Nothing stayed.
Nothing mattered.
Sometimes, in the quiet moments—
He remembered her.
Not clearly.
Just fragments.
A pair of eyes.
A voice.
A feeling he couldn’t explain.
Then it would fade.
Like it never existed.
---
Until the day fate decided otherwise.
A fashion event.
A crowded room.
And a woman walking in—
Who made time stand still.
Amara.
Different.
Stronger.
Untouchable.
And no longer his to dismiss.
---
This time…
She wouldn’t be the one walking away broken.
He would.
- Writer
