Rain poured relentlessly over Star City that night, washing away the last remnants of Ethan Blake's pride.
The once-feared billionaire, who had ruled financial empires and crushed competitors with a flick of his finger, now wandered the rain-drenched streets like a forgotten ghost.
His designer shoes were scuffed and soaked. His expensive watch? Sold. His penthouse? Gone.
All he had left was a battered photo of Amelia and their twins—worn edges, colors fading, but still the only warmth left in his desolate world.
He pressed the photo against his chest, his body shivering as he collapsed onto a bench at the edge of the park—the very same park where Amelia once sat alone, weeping after he'd abandoned her years ago.
Irony.
Fate had a twisted sense of humor.
Meanwhile… Across the Globe
The headlines exploded once more:
#QueenAmeliaExpectingThirdChild#RoyalFamilyJoy: Amelia and Prince Alexander Announce Pregnancy!
In a live royal press conference, Amelia stood gracefully at Prince Alexander's side.
She wore a flowing maternity dress, her hand resting gently on her rounded belly. Her face radiated happiness, her every smile brighter than the stars.
A reporter asked, "Your Highness, does this mean your past is finally behind you?"
Amelia's eyes sparkled, her lips curving into that iconic, devastatingly beautiful smile.
"Some chapters aren't meant to be reopened," she said softly. "Some names… are best forgotten."
Back in Star City…
Ethan, watching from a small TV screen in a dingy convenience store, collapsed to his knees right there on the dirty, rain-soaked floor.
His eyes filled with tears as Amelia's final words played on loop in his mind.
Forgotten.
She had erased him completely.
He clutched his chest, pain radiating through his entire body.
"Amelia…" His voice broke into a choked sob. "Just… one more chance…"
Darkness swallowed him whole.