登入The entire drive to Blackwood Enterprises, I kept telling myself to breathe. It was just another meeting. Just another business proposal. Nothing more. My fingers tightened around the leather folder resting on my lap. Across from me, Grace glanced up from her tablet. "You've been unusually quiet this morning." I forced a smile. "Nervous." She laughed softly. "I've seen you negotiate with billion-dollar investors without breaking a sweat." "This partnership is important." It wasn't a lie. It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Unt
Seven years. Sometimes I still couldn't believe how quickly time had passed. The woman who had once cried herself to sleep in a tiny apartment felt like someone I used to know. I wasn't running from my past anymore. I was building my future. The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Hart Innovations' headquarters, bathing the office in warm golden light. Employees hurried through the open workspace, greeting one another as they discussed upcoming projects. I smiled as I walked through the office. "Good morning, everyone." "Morning, Ms. Hart." I nodded at each of them. Even after becoming CEO, I'd never liked formalities. I remembered too well what it felt like to have nothing. Every employee mattered to me. Every success belonged to the entire team, not just me. Grace hurried after me with her tablet in hand. "You have the investors' meeting at ten, the product launch review at noon, and a video conference with our Singapore partn
The first thing I noticed about my new city was the silence. Not the absence of sound. There were still cars on the roads, people rushing to work, and conversations drifting through crowded cafés. But it was a different kind of silence. A silence that came from being unknown. No one here knew who I was. No one knew about Ethan Blackwood. No one knew about the heartbreak I carried. And for now, that was exactly what I needed. I stood in front of the large apartment window and watched the morning sun rise over the unfamiliar skyline. One hand rested protectively on my growing stomach. Five months pregnant. The twins had become impossible to hide. Every morning, the reality felt a little more real. Two babies. Two tiny lives depending entirely on me. The thought still terrified me. But it also gave me purpose. A reason to keep moving forward. A reason not to look back. The ringing of my phone broke my thoughts. It was Maya. The one person who knew where I was. I sm
Three days after I left, I stopped checking the news. At first, I told myself it was because I needed peace. Because I needed to focus on my babies. Because I needed to build a new life. But deep down, I knew the real reason. I was afraid of seeing Ethan's face. Afraid of discovering how quickly he had moved on. Afraid of learning that none of it had meant as much to him as it had to me. The small apartment Maya had helped me rent felt unfamiliar. The furniture wasn't mine. The city wasn't mine. Nothing about this new life felt real yet. I sat on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on my stomach. The morning sickness had started. Nothing severe. Just enough to remind me every day that I wasn't alone anymore. A soft knock sounded on the bedroom door. Maya peeked inside. "You should eat something." I offered her a weak smile. "I'm trying." She entered carrying a tray with toast and tea. The sight made my stomach turn. Maya noticed immediately. "Still feeling si
Sunlight filtered weakly through my curtains, but I hadn't slept. I sat at my small dining table wrapped in a blanket, staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of me. The clock on the wall ticked steadily. Eight o'clock. Then eight-fifteen. Then eight-thirty. Still, the paper remained empty. My phone sat beside me, switched off. I hadn't turned it back on since the night before. I didn't need to. I already knew what I would find. Missed calls. Voicemails. Messages. Excuses. Explanations. Promises. Maybe even the truth. But the truth no longer mattered. Not after what I had seen. Not after the way my heart had shattered. I placed a trembling hand over my stomach. The thought of the twins gave me strength. I wasn't making decisions for myself anymore. Every choice I made now would affect them too. And I refused to raise my children in a world filled with uncertainty, lies, and heartbreak. A tear slipped down my cheek. Quickly, I wiped it away. Then I pick
I don't remember how I got home. The taxi ride was a blur. The streets. The traffic lights. The driver's questions. Everything faded beneath the crushing weight in my chest. By the time I reached my apartment, the rain had soaked through my clothes and chilled me to the bone. With trembling fingers, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Silence greeted me. Usually, I loved the quiet of my small apartment. Tonight, it felt unbearable. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, the strength I'd been clinging to vanished. I slid down against the wall and burst into tears. The sobs came hard and fast. Years of trust. Years of love. Years of believing Ethan Blackwood was different. Gone. Destroyed in a single evening. I buried my face in my hands. Images from the hotel replayed endlessly in my mind. Vanessa's hand wrapped around Ethan's arm. The diamond ring. The applause. The congratulations. Worst of all— Ethan's silence. If there had been some mistake, why
Sophia I smiled as I stepped out of the taxi, my hand instinctively resting on my stomach. The evening air brushed against my skin as I looked up at the towering glass facade of the Grand Crescent Hotel. Every window glowed with warm light, making the luxury building shimmer against the city skyl







