LOGINAmelia Carter has spent three years being the perfect wife to Ethan Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire who treats their marriage like nothing more than an obligation. She wakes before sunrise to prepare his breakfast, chooses his clothes, waits for him at night, and secretly hopes that one day he will finally see her as more than just his wife. But Ethan has never promised her love. On their third wedding anniversary, Amelia prepares a romantic dinner, believing it might finally bring them closer. Instead, Ethan chooses a charity gala with Sophia Reynolds—the woman everyone once expected him to marry. Then Amelia discovers the truth. Ethan has already signed their divorce papers. Heartbroken, Amelia decides she will no longer chase a man who never chose her. For the first time, she begins to pull away and live for herself. And that's when Ethan starts noticing her. The woman who once waited desperately for his attention no longer looks at him the same way. Her distance awakens a jealousy he cannot explain and feelings he refuses to admit. But by the time Ethan realizes he may be losing the wife he never truly appreciated, Amelia may already be ready to walk away. Can Ethan win back the woman he once took for granted, or will his greatest regret be letting Amelia leave for good?
View More"If I signed these divorce papers today... would he even notice I was gone?"
The thought slipped into Amelia Carter's mind as she stood alone in the lavish dining room of Blackwood Manor, staring at the untouched breakfast she had prepared an hour ago.
The golden toast had gone cold. The coffee no longer hot. Even the fresh lilies she had arranged at the center of the table seemed to droop in silent pity.
Three years…,Three years of marriage to the most powerful billionaire in the city, yet she still felt like a guest in her own home.
Footsteps echoed from the marble staircase. She saw Ethan , her heart Skipped a bit,She hated that it did..
Amelia immediately stood straight,forcing a smile onto her face.
He appeared exactly as always impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit that hugged his broad shoulders, a silver watch resting against his wrist, and an expression so cold it could freeze the morning sun. His sharp jawline, dark eyes, and effortless elegance made him look more like a king than the husband who shared her last name.
Good morning, she greeted softly.
Without looking at her, Ethan reached for the car keys on the console.
I made your favorite breakfast,Amelia continued, trying not to sound disappointed. "I thought we could eat together before you leave."
I don't have time, Ethan stated Coldly.
Those words landed harder than a slap.
Still, Amelia refused to give up.
She picked up his neatly folded tie and stepped closer.
At least let me help you, Amelia insisted.
Ethan remained still letting Amelia adjust his tie,
Standing on her tiptoes, Amelia carefully adjusted the knot of his navy silk tie, his eyes travelled down to her lips,Her fingers brushed lightly against the warmth of his neck,
For one fleeting heartbeat…….Their eyes met.
His dark gaze lingered on her face just long enough to make her heart skip.
Then, as if remembering something, he stepped back.
"You don't have to do this anymore."
The words stung.
Amelia lowered her hands, hiding the hurt behind a gentle smile.
I know,she whispered.
I just... wanted to.
Ethan gave a small nod before turning toward the front door.
Drive safely.
He didn't answer.
The massive wooden door closed behind him with a quiet click that somehow sounded louder than thunder.
Silence filled the mansion once again.
Amelia looked at the untouched breakfast before glancing at the calendar hanging on the kitchen wall.
A red circle surrounded today's date.
Their third wedding anniversary.
Three years ago, she had walked toward Ethan believing she was walking toward the beginning of forever.
She touched the red circle with her fingertip.
She smiled sadly.
"Maybe... this year will be different”,she thought to herself.
Three years ago, she had walked toward Ethan believing she was walking toward the beginning of forever.
She touched the red circle with her fingertip.
"Maybe... this year will be different."
Her smile was small.
Fragile.
Hopeful.
She didn't know how badly that hope was about to hurt her.
Outside, a sleek black Rolls-Royce disappeared through the mansion gates.
Inside his briefcase, unnoticed by Amelia,lay a sealed envelope from his lawyer.
Its contents would destroy everything she still believed in………..
Ethan was reviewing the following week's schedule when the date on his desk calendar caught his attention.November sixth.His pen stopped above the page.Amelia's birthday.He had known her birthday for years, but remembering the date had never meant remembering to make her feel special.He reached for his phone and opened their old messages. He scrolled past business updates, brief replies, and the polite exchanges that had gradually replaced conversations. Then he found a message from two years earlier.You don't have to come home early. I know you're busy. Happy meeting.It had been sent on her birthday.He remembered that evening. He had been at a dinner with investors and had read the message while someone was speaking. He had replied with a simple Thank you. We'll celebrate another time.They never did.A knock interrupted him.“Come in.”Daniel entered with a folder. “The revised figures for the hotel development. Finance wants your approval before noon.”Ethan accepted it, bu
Ethan kept his promise.For the next several days, he did not call Amelia, send flowers, or look for excuses to cross her path. He went to work, attended his meetings, and kept his distance whenever Carter Interiors was mentioned.It was harder than he expected.Not because he wanted to ignore her wishes, but because doing nothing felt dangerously similar to the man he had been before. The difference was that this time, he was learning that respecting her boundaries did not mean pretending she no longer existed.On Thursday morning, Daniel entered his office with a tablet in his hand.“We have a problem with the hotel development.”Ethan looked up from a contract. “What kind of problem?”“The imported lighting fixtures for the next installation phase. The supplier has delayed delivery again.”How long?“Two weeks, possibly three. They're blaming customs clearance and a documentation issue.”Ethan frowned. “Didn't procurement confirm the delivery schedule last week?”“They did. The sup
Three days passed before Ethan saw Amelia again.He had kept his promise. He had not sent another message, called her, or asked Daniel to find out how she was doing. Every time he reached for his phone, he reminded himself that giving her space was not a favor. It was the least he could do.Still, when Daniel told him Carter Interiors would be attending the Blackwood Group's project review that afternoon, Ethan felt his attention sharpen.“You're not going to use the meeting as an excuse to corner her, are you?” Daniel asked.“No,” Ethan replied. “She's there to discuss her work. I know that.”The review took place in the conference room on the twenty-second floor. Amelia arrived with Emma and two members of her design team. She wore a tailored charcoal jacket over a cream blouse, her hair falling neatly over one shoulder. She greeted the committee with a professional smile, then took her seat without looking toward Ethan.He noticed. Of course he noticed.But he kept his eyes on the
Ethan had spent the better part of the night staring at his phone.Amelia’s name sat at the top of the screen, beneath the message he had sent her. He had asked if they could talk not about the Blackwood Group project, not about business, but about something he should have said years ago.The small typing indicator had appeared, vanished, then appeared again.Now there was nothing.He set the phone face down, walked to the windows of his office, and looked over the city. The lights below blurred against the glass. Usually, the view settled him. This morning, it only reminded him how much of his life he had built around things that could be measured: buildings, contracts, profits, influence.He had never learned how to measure the damage he caused at home.A knock sounded.“Come in.”Daniel entered carrying two coffees. He placed one on Ethan’s desk and took in his friend’s expression.“You look terrible.”“Good morning to you too.”“I’m serious. Did you sleep?”“Not much.”Let me gues






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