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Chapter 25- I want a divorce Maxwell

Author: Luna Blue
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-16 21:46:57

Amelia POV

The room was dark, but not dark enough to hide the cracks in me.

I curled on the far side of the bed, facing the wall, my chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. The pillow beneath my cheek was damp, my tears soaking into the fabric like the grief had to go somewhere. Silent sobs escaped me, raw and aching. The kind of pain that couldn’t be screamed out. The kind you buried deep because no one cared enough to hear it.

Not in this house.

The door creaked open, and instinctively, I wiped my face, hastily smearing the wetness away. My heart kicked up, thumping erratically as heavy footsteps crossed the threshold. I didn’t turn. I didn’t breathe. I pressed my eyes shut and stilled—pretending.

He stood there for a moment.

Watching.

I could feel it—Maxwell’s presence was like a storm cloud in the doorway, the air shifting and growing heavier. He sighed. Quiet, but deep, like something in him was unraveling. I heard the rustle of fabric, the sound of him rubbing a hand across
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