Alexander was stunned that Amelia knew about the child. The revelation left him in shock, a cold wave of disbelief washing over him. Throughout the night, his mind raced, replaying every moment, every conversation, trying to figure out how she had discovered his secret. He couldn’t sleep, his thoughts consumed by the knowledge that the fragile trust between them had been shattered, and he had no idea how to mend it.The next morning, Alexander was abruptly woken by the shrill sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, and for a moment, he considered ignoring it. But something gnawed at him—a sense of dread that forced him to pick up the phone. The number flashing on the screen was unfamiliar. A pang of unease settled in his chest as he hesitated before answering."Hello?" he said, his voice hoarse with sleep.There was a brief pause on the other end before a voice, smooth and undeniably familiar, sliced through the silence. "Alexander, it’s Ch
As she stood in the middle of her apartment, surrounded by the shattered remains of the wine glass, Chloe felt a surge of confidence. This was just the beginning. Amelia had no idea what was coming for her, but soon enough, she would. And when that moment came, Chloe would be there to claim her rightful place, with her son by her side.Chloe picked up her phone and dialed a number she hadn’t used in a long time. It rang twice before a gruff voice answered."It’s me," Chloe said, her tone cold and businesslike. "I need your help. There’s a job I need done, and I need it done quietly."The voice on the other end hesitated for a moment before responding, "What do you need?"Chloe’s smile widened, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. "I need you to dig up everything you can on Amelia Marcus. I want to know her weaknesses, her secrets, everything. And when you find something I can use against her, I want you to let me know. I don’t care what it costs.""Consider it done," the voice rep
As Alexander approached the door, his heart pounded in his chest. The weight of everything he needed to say, everything he had to confess, pressed down on him like a suffocating blanket. He lifted his hand, hesitating for just a moment before reaching for the doorbell. But before he could press it, the door suddenly swung open.There stood Amelia, her expression a mix of surprise and suspicion. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and neither of them knew what to say. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Amelia’s gaze bore into Alexander’s, her eyes flickering with a mixture of shock and simmering anger. The last person she expected to see on her doorstep tonight was Alexander, and his presence stirred up a whirlwind of emotions she wasn’t prepared to face."What are you doing here?" Amelia finally asked, her voice sharper than she intended. She had been bracing herself for this moment, but seeing Alexander standing on
Amelia's voice trembled as she shouted, her emotions finally spilling over. "You hurt me! You did hurt me!" Her voice echoed through the room, filled with years of pent-up pain and frustration. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision, but she refused to let them fall. She had been strong for so long, holding herself together despite everything Alexander had done. But now, standing before him, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Before she knew it, Alexander closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to cup her face. "I’m sorry, babe he whispered, his voice filled with desperation and regret. "I never wanted any of this to happen. I was foolish, and I’m so sorry." His lips crashed down on hers in a fervent kiss, one that was full of raw emotion and unspoken apologies. Amelia felt herself melting into his touch, her resolve weakening with every second. She had spent so long convincing herself that she was done with him, that she would never let him back into her
Amelia woke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. She stirred, stretching lazily, and blinked away the remnants of sleep. Her eyes fell on Alexander beside her, his peaceful expression a stark contrast to the storm of emotions that had brewed in the previous days. The aroma of fresh coffee and warm pastries filled the air, a gentle reminder of the morning’s promise. She turned her head slightly to see a breakfast tray placed meticulously on the bed. The sight brought a tender smile to her lips—Alexander’s way of showing affection and care. As she adjusted herself, Alexander’s eyes fluttered open, meeting her gaze with a loving smile. “Good morning, my love,” he said softly, his voice carrying the warmth of genuine affection. “Good morning,” Amelia replied, her tone still drowsy but filled with warmth. She couldn’t help but appreciate the effort he’d put into preparing breakfast for her. It was a small but meaningful gesture, a rare moment of domestic peace that s
After a long silence, Amelia looked at Alexander, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. She hesitated for a moment, letting the weight of the situation sink in before finally speaking, her voice calm yet laced with the underlying pain she was feeling. "No problem, Alexander. I’ve forgiven you. It’s painful to hear all of this, but you’re my husband, and we’re married. I’ll just take it as a mistake," she said, trying to maintain her composure. Deep inside, her heart ached, but she knew she had to remain strong for the both of them. The room seemed to echo with the silence that followed her words, the air thick with tension. Alexander, overwhelmed by her response, felt a deep sense of guilt and remorse wash over him. He couldn’t believe how understanding she was being, despite everything. Without thinking, he went on his knees before her, his eyes filled with regret and desperation. "I’m so sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you, Amelia," he said, his voice breaking as he looked
Mark sat in his dimly lit apartment, staring at his phone, his thumb hovering over Jack's contact. The events of the previous night replayed over and over in his mind like a broken record. He couldn’t shake the feelings of guilt and longing that consumed him. Finally, he gathered enough courage and pressed the call button, his heart pounding in his chest.Jack picked up after a few rings, his voice sounding slightly irritated. "What’s up, Mark?" he asked, clearly busy with something.Without preamble, Mark blurted out, "I need to talk to you about what happened the other night."Jack sighed, already sensing where this conversation was heading. "Mark, is this about Amelia again?" he asked, his tone more resigned than angry.Mark hesitated for a moment, then confessed, "Amelia hasn’t called me or texted me since then. She hasn’t reached out at all, Jack." His voice was a mix of desperation and confusion, like a man grasping at straws.Jack’s frustration seeped through the phone. "Is she
Alexander drove Amelia to their family house, the evening sun casting a golden glow over the landscape as they approached. The drive was mostly quiet, with only the hum of the engine filling the space between them. Alexander occasionally glanced at Amelia, noticing the tension in her face, the way she kept biting her lip and fidgeting with her fingers.As they pulled into the driveway, Amelia couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. Tears welled up in her eyes, and before she knew it, they were streaming down her cheeks. The overwhelming mixture of happiness, nervousness, and disbelief finally broke through the walls she had been holding up during the drive.Alexander noticed her tears immediately and parked the car swiftly. He turned to her, concerned etched into his features. "Amelia, my love, is everything okay?" he asked gently, reaching out to wipe the tears from her face. His touch was soft, comforting, but it only made her cry harder.She shook her head, trying to find the w