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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

I stood outside Sophia's hotel suite, fists clenched, chest heaving with the fury I'd been swallowing for far too long.

Tried to ignore her twisted games, thinking she'd eventually get bored and leave.

But then I watched Arya — the strongest woman I've ever known — crumble into silence.

Not because of a fight. Not because of something I said.

But because Sophia broke her with a carefully planned, cold-hearted attack.

She opened the door wearing that smug little smirk I used to mistake for charm.

"Damon," she purred, "you're finally here. Took you long enou—"

"You broke her." My voice was low, dangerous.

"You sent photos. A necklace. Letters. You knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted to break her trust in me. You wanted to tear her down."

I slammed my hand against the wall beside her, and she jumped back.

"No. She didn't need anything from you. You slithered back into my life, knowing damn well there was nothing here for you. You knew I had moved on. That I was happy. And because you couldn't stand being replaced, you went after her peace."

She crossed her arms, trying to regain control. "I didn't touch you. You didn't push me away fast enough. That's not my fault."

"You're right," I growled. "That part is on me. And I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to Arya. But you—" I stepped closer, towering over her, "—you knew exactly how to hit her where it hurt. And now, you're going to pay for it."

Her lip trembled for a second before curling again. "You can't scare me, Damon."

"I don't need to scare you," I said calmly. "I just need to erase you."

I pulled the envelope out of my jacket and dropped it on the table.

"Your ticket out of here. First-class flight. Transfer papers for your overseas properties. You'll be liquidated and relocated by tomorrow. A private car will take you to the airport in the morning. You leave this city. You leave this country. And you leave us the hell alone."

She blinked, stunned. "You're sending me away?"

"No, Sophia," I said slowly. "I'm exiling you."

"If you even breathe near Arya again, I will personally make sure every business deal, every client, every investor connected to your name disappears. You'll be blacklisted in every circle that matters. I will burn everything you built to ash if you ever dare hurt her again."

Finally, she looked away, her mask cracking.

"You really love her that much?" she asked.

I didn't hesitate. "More than I ever loved you. More than you've ever loved anyone but yourself."

She looked like she wanted to cry. But I didn't care.

And I was here to rebuild what mattered — without her in the picture.

As I walked toward the door, I stopped.

"One more thing," I said without turning around. "You broke her once before. You don't get a second chance."

Not because anything had been fixed — Arya was still hurting, still distant — but because for the first time in a long time, I chose to fight for her.

And when I stepped into the house again and saw her curled up on the couch, eyes slightly clearer than before, something inside me whispered—

chapter 95: You messed with the wrong woman