The Millionaire’s Son Spat At All The Nannies… But Kissed This Maid

Ethan.

He folded the letter and placed it in the wooden box where he kept Amelia’s photo. But beside the old picture now sat a new one: a family of four, smiling in the golden light.

A few days later, they went to the beach, the same place where Ethan had once stood alone, drowning in despair. Now the sea was calm, and two children’s laughter danced on the wind.

Noah ran ahead, holding his sister’s hand. “Mom, Dad, hurry up!” he called out. Lila giggled, her curls bouncing in the sunlight.

Ethan slipped an arm around Isabella. “Funny, this place used to make me feel empty.”

“And now?” she asked softly.

He looked toward the horizon. “Now it feels like home.”

They walked to the edge of the sand where the setting sun painted the ocean in shades of gold and crimson.

Isabella rested her head on his shoulder. “Do you still think about her?” she asked.

“Every day,” he said. “But it doesn’t hurt anymore. Just gratitude.”

She smiled gently. “Maybe that’s what love really is—when ‘goodbye’ turns into ‘thank you.'”

He looked at her, then at their children chasing the waves. “You’re right,” he said quietly. “That’s exactly what it is.”

“Mom!” Noah shouted, pointing at the horizon. “Look! The sun is kissing the ocean!”

Isabella laughed, her eyes glistening. “Yes, sweetheart. And that means tomorrow will come again.”

They stood there for a long time, hand in hand, watching the light fade. Amid the wind, the waves, and the laughter, there remained a warmth, a peace, and a love. A love not perfect, but strong enough to last forever.