Chapter 4 The Man Who Forgot

Kelvin Richard stood at the airport gate, checking his watch impatiently. He wasn't exactly sure what to expect from Mia after all these years-some broken girl dragging her shame back home? Someone to finally settle the old debt and embarrassment she left behind?

He wasn't ready for *her*.

The woman who stepped off the private jet was unlike anything he'd imagined. Her presence was magnetic. Her body draped in elegance. Her face... strikingly beautiful. Her dark eyes held mystery, and the way she carried herself-with effortless power-made the entire terminal pause.

And the children? Adorable, quiet, respectful. The boy with Mia's eyes. The girl with her fire.

Kelvin's heart twisted strangely.

"Who... is she?" he muttered aloud.

Tasha, clinging to his arm, followed his gaze and her lips curled in disgust. "Probably some London model bitch. Look at her, acting like a queen."

Kelvin didn't answer.

He stepped forward, drawn like a moth to a flame. Mia was walking toward a black luxury car, hand-in-hand with her twins. Her sunglasses shielded her gaze, but inside, she had already recognized him.

*Kelvin.*

The man who once raised a hand to her. The man who didn't believe her.

Now chasing her shadow like a dog.

He reached the car just before she opened the door.

"Wait-" he said, breath caught in his throat. "Sorry, I-do I know you?"

Mia turned, lowering her sunglasses just slightly. Her eyes locked onto his.

"Do you?" she asked, voice cool and smooth.

Kelvin blinked. Something in her eyes... it was familiar, but distant-like a dream he'd forgotten.

"You're... incredibly beautiful," he said softly. "What's your name?"

From behind, Tasha's face turned scarlet with rage.

Mia smiled, but there was no warmth in it. Only quiet, brutal confidence.

"Names are for people you remember."

Then she slid into the back seat of the car and gave her driver a nod. "Hotel Astoria. And don't stop for anyone."

As the car pulled away, Kelvin stood frozen. Confused. Intrigued. Burning.

Tasha stormed beside him, seething. "You bastard. Don't you *dare* fall for that whore."

But Kelvin wasn't listening.

He had just realized something.

He *wanted* to know who she was.

And he had no idea that she already knew *everything* about him.