"Are you trying to embarrass me right in front of my father?"

After his words dug into you like blades, leaving a deep scar that still ached three years later, you knew your broken heart would never recover fully as you recall your secret love affair with him – the CEO, who had swept you off your feet. You had believed that your love was meant to be, but it was all a mere illusion.

He had always been the golden child, the apple of his father's eye, while you were just a mere employee, nothing more than a blip on his radar, and your love had been a forbidden fruit, one that would never be accepted.

The secret relationship you had shared with him had burned as brightly as the sun, but it had to come to an end eventually, just like an ember that faded in the wind. And as you had always feared, you found out that he was engaged to someone else, a woman whom his father had chosen for him, someone with a pedigree far beyond yours.

In order to save your own sanity, you tendered your resignation at the company, even though it once held such a special place in your heart. You traded your corporate world for the creative life and with the success of your art, you were able to achieve both wealth and recognition, gaining respect and acclaim in the art world. Your art became your solace, serving as an outlet for all the emotions that were too difficult to express with words.

After three years of silence, he entered the gallery and was instantly hit by the weight of nostalgia upon seeing your art on display. The room was filled with your work, each piece speaking volumes of your unique style and undeniable talent. His gaze froze as it fell upon a person standing in the middle of the room, their back facing him. Every fiber of his being longed to catch a glimpse of your face, aching to verify the identity of the individual that had captivated his attention. Just as he got closer, the faint scent of your perfume wafted through the air, an unmistakable fragrance that brought back a wave of memories.