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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

The hospital room had quieted. The nurses had taken their last checks. Arya was asleep, her chest rising slowly, rhythmically, the soft breaths of a woman who had fought through pain and still found the strength to smile.

And in Damon Blackwood's arms… was everything.

He stared down at the tiny bundle cradled against his chest. Hope. Their daughter.

She was barely the length of his forearm, but somehow she felt heavier than anything he'd ever carried — heavier with meaning, with love, with responsibility.

Her little fingers twitched, then curled, and when they wrapped around his pinky, Damon felt something in him crack open. It was fragile. Raw. Terrifying. And it was love.

Not the kind he'd known with Arya at first — not the slow, patient love that took months to bloom.

"I'm your daddy," he whispered softly, his voice cracking even though he tried to keep it steady.

She made a soft noise, barely more than a squeak, but it stole the breath from his lungs. Damon Blackwood, billionaire, once cold and calculating, reduced to a man on the edge of tears by the smallest sound.

He sat in the chair beside Arya's bed, still holding Hope close. His other hand reached across the sheets to take Arya's hand, lacing their fingers together even as she slept.

He remembered when they lost each other. The months of bitterness. The distance. The mistakes. For a long time, he thought he had ruined everything permanently. But life, in its mysterious grace, had given them a second chance. Not just in love, but in family.

Hope stirred slightly. Damon adjusted her gently and hummed low under his breath. He wasn't sure where the tune came from, only that it felt right.

"You're already a daddy's girl, aren't you?" he murmured with a small chuckle. "You've got me wrapped around your tiny fingers."

He sat there for what felt like hours, watching Arya sleep, watching his daughter breathe, his thumb rubbing slow circles against her blanket.

The door creaked open, but Damon didn't look up at first. Only when the soft steps paused did he glance toward it and find Ethan peeking in. Amara stood behind him, smiling.

"She's beautiful," Ethan said quietly, stepping closer.

"She is," Damon said, his voice still low with awe. "I don't know how I deserve this, but... I won't mess it up."

Ethan nodded, then looked down at Hope. "You won't. You're already doing better than most."

Amara approached Arya's side, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. "She looks peaceful."

Damon looked between the three of them — Ethan, Amara, Arya — and the baby in his arms.

This was his family. Not just by blood, but by loyalty, by pain, by healing.

He glanced back down at Hope. "You're going to grow up surrounded by love, little one. I promise."

For a man who had once doubted his ability to love… he now had more than he ever thought possible.

And he would protect it all — with everything he had.

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