“Ms. Natalie Reed—you look incredible tonight.”
“Your story changed so many women.”
“Mr. Hart is lucky to stand beside you.”
Ethan grabbed an acquaintance near the bar. “Who is she?”
The man blinked. “You seriously don’t know? That’s Natalie Reed, founder of EverBloom Wellness. Built it from nothing. Three years old and already pulling eight figures. Hart invested early—now they’re partners.”
seriously Natalie Reed EverBloom WellnessEthan felt heat rush to his face.
Natalie… founder?
His mind flashed back to the version of her he’d abandoned—hair in a messy bun, baby on her hip, eyes begging him to stay.
Ethan’s hands went cold around his glass.
Across the room, Natalie paused mid-step.
Her eyes landed on him for the first time.
CONTINUE HERE: One beat. One quiet, clean moment of recognition.
CONTINUE HERE:Then she walked toward him like she was approaching a stranger who owed her nothing.
“Good evening,” she said, polite as frost.
Ethan swallowed. “N-Natalie… is it really you?”
She nodded once. “It’s me.”