Chapter Six: A Familiar Stranger
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Ethan couldn’t focus.
The dining room door had barely closed behind Ava when he realized his heartbeat wasn’t steady. It hadn’t been steady since she walked in since her voice curled around his name like a memory he couldn’t grab.
He stood by the window now, the city lights flickering beneath him like restless fireflies, but all he could see was her.
Her eyes.
Her scent.
Her voice.
Something inside him whispered: You know her.
But that was impossible… wasn’t it?
He rubbed his thumb against his temple, trying to chase the thought away.
Ava’s Footsteps Still Echoed
She made her way down the quiet hallway, keeping her posture strong, her mind sharper than ever. Every moment in that room had drained her not with weakness, but with control.
Facing Ethan had been harder than she expected.
Because for one terrifying second, she had seen something in his eyes she wasn’t ready for.
Not hatred.
Not arrogance.
Not cold dismissal.
Recognition.
A flicker.
A spark.
A ghost of a memory.
She forced herself to breathe.
She needed him confused, not certain.
Unsteady, not aware.
Intrigued, not remembering.
She would unravel him slowly piece by piece until he suffered the way she had.
Ava reached the elevator and pressed the button. Her reflection stared back at her in the polished metal beautiful, unreadable, reborn from ashes he created.
Soon, she promised the woman in the mirror. Soon, he’ll know.
Back in the Dining Room
Ethan tore his gaze from the city and walked back to the table. He picked up the wine glass Ava had touched, turning it between his fingers like it held answers.
Her fingerprints were still on the glass.
The same way they had once been all over his life.
He cursed under his breath.
Something was wrong with him. He didn’t get distracted. He didn’t get shaken. But tonight, the universe felt tilted and it started the moment she said:
“Do you remember that night?”
His throat tightened.
There was a night he wanted to forget needed to forget. The night she disappeared. The night he wrote that letter. The night he became the villain she believed him to be.
He shuddered.
No.
It couldn’t be her.
Ava Sinclair was gone.
But this woman… carried the same fire.
The same defiance.
The same impossible ability to unsteady him with a single look.
He sat down, running his hand through his hair.
“Who the hell are you?” he whispered into the empty room.
Vanessa Didn’t Leave Quietly
Vanessa returned moments later, arms crossed, lips tight.
“She’s dangerous,” Vanessa snapped. “I don’t like her.”
“Good,” Ethan replied calmly. Too calmly. “Then stay out of her way.”
Vanessa blinked, caught off guard.
He never defended anyone.
Ever.
“You’re… interested in her?” she asked suspiciously.
He didn’t answer.
He simply walked past her, leaving her alone as her frustration twisted into something darker jealousy.
Ava’s Ride Home
Ava stepped into her car, allowing the door to close her away from the world. Only then did she let out a slow, quiet breath.
Seeing Ethan again had been a test she thought she was prepared for.
She wasn’t.
Her heart had betrayed her beating too fast, too loud reminding her of every piece of her past she’d tried to bury.
But she wouldn’t let it stop her now.
Tonight was only the beginning.
She reached into her bag, pulling out a photograph a preserved piece of her old life.
A photo from her wedding day.
White dress.
Bright smile.
Ethan’s arm around her waist.
She ran her thumb across the image, her expression unreadable.
“You took everything from me,” she whispered. “Now I’ll take it back.”
She slid the photo into her coat pocket, a blade disguised as a memory.
Meanwhile… Ethan Couldn’t Sleep
Hours later, Ethan lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face.
He heard her voice.
He felt that strange, tugging ache in his chest one he hadn’t felt in years.
His nightmares returned too.
Shadows.
Fire.
A woman calling his name.
A woman he couldn’t reach.
He sat up abruptly, breathing hard.
It meant nothing.
It couldn’t mean anything.
But the truth clawed at him anyway:
He had seen her before.
He just didn’t know where.
Or… when.
He grabbed his phone and typed a quick message to his head of security:
“Find out everything about the woman I met tonight. Every detail. I want a full report by morning.”
His finger hovered over the send button.
For the first time, he hesitated.
Because in his gut, he already knew the answer he feared.
Still, he hit send.
Ava had set the game in motion.
But Ethan Blake the man she came to destroy was starting to remember the woman he lost.
And obsession, once awakened, was a dangerous thing.
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