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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

But I remember waking up… and feeling a warmth near me that hadn't been there in days.

The couch was quiet. The house was still. And yet I could feel him—Damon.

Not in the loud, overwhelming way that used to scare me.

Not in the version of him that hurt me all those years ago.

This quiet man sitting on the floor, his head resting against the couch cushion beside me.

And for the first time in days, I didn't feel completely alone.

When I sat up slowly, Damon opened his eyes, but didn't move.

He looked tired. Worn down. Like the storm inside me had passed through him too.

I stared at him for a long moment, wondering what made him come back.

I had told him I couldn't look at him.

And somehow, that touched something deeper than any apology ever could.

"Why did you come back?" I asked finally, my voice rough from silence.

He lifted his eyes to mine, steady. "Because you shouldn't have to suffer alone. Even if you can't stand to look at me… I'm still yours. I'm still here."

I wanted to scream that it wasn't enough.

Because the truth was, I didn't want him gone.

I just didn't know how to let him stay without tearing open the pain again.

"I'm tired, Damon," I whispered. "Tired of always having to be the strong one. Tired of being afraid that the next woman will take you from me again."

His brows drew together, and he moved a little closer—but not too close.

"I know," he said quietly. "And I don't blame you. I'd be tired too."

Tears stung my eyes, and I turned my face away.

It was strange… how someone could wound you, yet still feel like home. How the person you wanted to push away was the one your soul kept aching for in the silence.

I didn't know how to trust him yet.

But I didn't want him to leave either.

Later that afternoon, Amara came by.

She opened the door and froze when she saw Damon sitting on the floor beside me.

Her eyes widened, but I gave her the smallest nod.

Just walked over, hugged me tightly, and whispered, "You're doing okay. Just keep breathing."

That night, I let Damon stay in the guest room.

I watched him walk down the hallway, his shoulders heavy, his eyes lingering like he wanted to say more.

And somehow, his restraint made me feel safer than any romantic words could.

The next morning, I stood in front of the mirror brushing my hair when Liam walked in.

He looked between me and the hallway.

"Daddy came back," he said softly.

"Are you still mad at him?" he asked, blinking up at me.

I knelt down, brushing a curl behind his ear. "I'm still… healing, baby. But he came back because he wants to help. That's a good thing, isn't it?"

Liam nodded. "Yeah. It means we're still a team."

Because even if I didn't know how to love Damon the same way right now…

And maybe… just maybe… that was the first step forward.

chapter 94: The man who stayed