Chapter seventeen.

Amelia’s POV.

“What?!” I yelled, my voice ringing through the small, dark room.

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. The man in front of me, Greyson, had just said something so shocking and offensive that I couldn't even process it.

My hands flew to my mouth, my brain racing, my heart pounding. Tears began to flow down my cheeks, and I pushed past Greyson, unable to stay in his presence any longer. Never before had I been so insulted, never before had my feelings been so hurt.

I hurried down the stairs, the floorboards creaking beneath my feet. I expected Greyson to call out to me, to apologize for what he had said. But I heard nothing. I reached the bottom of the stairs and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me.

I collapsed onto the floor, my body shaking with sobs. My tears flowed freely, and I put my hands over my mouth, trying to muffle my screams. I waited for the sound of footsteps, for the knock on the door, for Greyson to apologize. But there was only silence.

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