He divorced me on our wedding night.I still remember the way Ethan looked at me when I walked in with my white dress and saw him with her — my sister, in MY wedding dress, on MY bed.He didn't even say sorry. He just said, "God, Amara, don't make a scene. You knew you were never enough for me."I signed the papers. I left Lagos that night with my suitcase and nothing else.What he didn't know was that I was already pregnant.For three years, I struggled. I hustled. I built myself from zero. No man. No family. Just me and my child.Now I'm back.And the funny thing? The same Ethan who said I wasn't enough is now standing in my office, begging my secretary to let him see me.He wants forgiveness. He wants me.But I am not that small girl he left crying on the floor anymore.He wants a second chance? He has to earn it on his knees.