wee_williams

His wife, His mistake  – Synopsis

Four years ago, Arya vanished.
No goodbye. No trace. No explanation.
But she took one thing with her — his child.

When Arya discovered her billionaire husband’s affair, she didn’t argue. She signed the divorce papers, packed her silence, and disappeared into the world… carrying a secret he’d never know.

Now, four years later, Damon Blackwood sees her again —  not on purpose — but at a charity gala, standing across the room in a black dress… holding a little boy who looks just like him.

The past rushes back. So do the questions.
Why did she leave?
Why didn’t she tell him?
And why does seeing her again make his cold heart beat faster?

He wants answers.
She wants to run.
But the truth? It wants to be revealed.

His wife, His mistake

I stood outside our bedroom door, my heart crumbling with every word she whispered.

"I don't want to see him again… I can't… not right now."

The sentence hit me harder than any slap, any scream, any accusation.

And it told me everything I needed to know.

But with silence. With hesitation. With not protecting the peace I promised her.

She was finally happy… and I let a ghost walk through the front door and tear it all down.

I walked down the hall, slowly, carefully—like my footsteps could shatter her more.

Liam's door was cracked open. I paused, just to look in.

He was asleep, clutching the drawing he made for Arya. Another one. He'd made a new one every night.

And every morning, he'd leave it by her bedside hoping she'd smile.

I didn't know what was worse—watching her walk away back then…

Or watching her break while she stayed.

I sat on the porch until the sky turned gray, the birds began singing, and my heart screamed for relief that wouldn't come.

I wanted to fix it. I wanted to make her laugh again, hold her while she cried, cook her something ridiculous just so she'd throw a pillow at me and call me a terrible chef.

And if I kept trying to force my presence into her pain, I'd only make it worse.

So I made the hardest decision of my life.

Ethan was waiting in the kitchen when I walked in, his arms crossed and his eyes bloodshot like he hadn't slept either.

"She's still not eating," he said, voice low. "She drank half a smoothie Amara made, but that's it."

"Just for a while," I said. "She needs air. I keep standing in it."

He nodded once, slowly, like he understood more than I said.

"I know," I whispered. "But love doesn't fix everything. Especially when I let her hurt alone."

"She'll come back," he said. "But she has to do it on her own terms."

"I'll wait," I said simply. "No matter how long it takes."

Before I left, I stopped by the studio door.

That room was her sanctuary, and right now, even that seemed too wounded to enter.

One Liam had taken weeks ago—me kissing her cheek while she laughed with mango juice dripping down her chin.

And a note, scribbled quickly, heart bleeding through every line.

And I'll never stop choosing you—even from a distance.

Amara opened the door before I could knock on it.

"You really leaving?" she asked, arms folded tightly around herself.

She exhaled. "It might help. It might also break her more."

"I'd stay and risk breaking her further… or go and give her the room to find herself again."

"She still loves you," she said softly. "But she's lost right now. Sophia ripped open a wound she thought had healed."

"And I helped her do it," I said quietly.

"Maybe," she replied. "But I've never seen anyone fight harder to love someone than you have. Just don't give up."

"I won't," I said, already halfway out the door.

I lay awake staring at the ceiling, hearing her voice in my head, over and over again.

And pain means something still exists beneath the ashes.

And I'd wait—days, weeks, even months—if that's what it took.

Because Arya wasn't just the woman I loved.

She was the reason I learned how to love at all.

chapter 92: Letting go to hold on