CHAPTER 3 â âWhat Was Never Lostâ
Weeks later.
The villa garden was the same placeâbut everything felt different.
White roses swayed gently in the morning wind. No champagne laughter. No judgmental stares.
Only quiet peace.
The Pregnant Woman stood barefoot on the grass, holding her belly, watching the sunrise.
The Powerful Man came up behind her, placing the same handânow familiar, steadyâon her shoulder.
âSheâll be here soon,â he said softly.
She nodded.
âI used to think I lost everything,â she replied.
A pause.
âBut I didnât.â
He turned her gently toward him.
âNo,â he agreed. âYou were just waiting for the truth to find its way back.â
Behind them, the Blonde Socialite appeared at a distance.
No diamonds. No arrogance. Just a simple dress.
She didnât interrupt.
She only watched for a moment⊠then lowered her head.
And slowly walked away from the villa gates.
Not defeated.
Changed.
The wind moved through the garden.
The Pregnant Woman leaned into the Powerful Manâs shoulder, finally still.
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And for the first time in years, nothing felt missing.
FADE OUT.
