Amelia I couldn’t stop thinking about what I said. It was hurtful. He had been nothing but kind to me. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I knew he made me feel worse. But that was not me. Revenge wasn’t necessary. Still, I doubted the sudden love and care he had for me.But what if he did mean it? What if he had actually fallen in love with me? Oh damn, I was already running crazy. I didn’t know what to believe. I knew I still had feelings for him. Maybe I have also denied that, but the truth remained the truth. And it wouldn't change whether I accepted it or not.If he was real this time, I would love to build a family with him. But I couldn’t be sure. I was scared and didn’t know what to believe. The ringing of my phone interrupted my thoughts. I looked at the caller ID and smiled when I saw it was Bailey. I picked up my phone and took the call.“Hi Bailey,” I said cheerfully. She had a thing with timing.“Hey Amy, how are you doing today?” She asked so cheerfully. I sighed."Wel
Amelia I heard the greeting of the staffers, and I knew he had come in. I looked at the wall clock. It was five minutes past nine. I sighed, feeling a bit jittery. My palms were sweating. I needed to talk with him. I waited for him to come around, knock on my door, and tell me he had returned. My heart raced as I heard his footsteps draw closer.But he didn’t stop at my door, as I had thought. As I sat in my bed waiting for him, the sounds of his footsteps slowly died down. He must have stopped in his own room. I hoped he would probably change and come around to check on me. As usual.But an hour passed, and still, I sat waiting, using my phone to while away some time. I checked the clock that hung on the wall some inches above my bed again. If I remained here, we wouldn’t have this conversation. Why didn’t he come to check on me? Or was I right? Had he finally realised that his schemes couldn’t work on me?I was gradually believing the lie I had created when I stopped to rethink. An
Lachlan I looked around. It didn’t seem aesthetic to me, as her reactions had given. Maybe because it was my room. I had been thinking of renovating the room to give it a much better taste. I was already getting bored with this. But of course, it was her first time here. I wasn’t shocked at her awe. But somehow it sent a jab to my heart, knowing it was all my fault. Still, better late than never.“Welcome to my room.” I replied, and she smiled. Heavens, she was beautiful. And her smell—oh mine—always had this effect on me. I just couldn’t explain it. But it was divine. It made me want to hug her and kiss her and keep her perpetually in my arms. Oh heavens, concentrate, Lach.I wondered what would have driven her though. What was so bothersome that made her leave her room to come to mine? I knew the amount of guts it must have taken her to do this. I had instilled so much fear in her regarding entering my room. I knew how much it must have taken her to walk on those fears and come her
Amelia My eyes slowly opened as I yawed. I woke up stronger than usual. I ran my eyes through the room and realised I had spent the first night in my husband’s room. Like for the very first time, I slept in the arms of my husband on our matrimonial bed. It was divine. I had never felt so at home. As we lay in his bed and I was cuddled in his arms while he ran kisses down my neck, squeezing me deeper, I felt it strongly. I belonged here. He played with my earlobes, tickled me a bit, made me laugh, and shared what had happened at the office. How Cassandra had come to beg him and emotionally blackmail him. How his day was sour at the office and how my being there with him was the healing balm. Unlike other times, I felt genuineness in his words.Maybe I should give this marriage a chance. Or maybe not. I shook my head and turned around to check on my husband and get my mind from pondering on the wrong things. As I turned around to his side, I met a small note on the desk, and curiosity
Christopher We laid on the bed, panting heavily. This had become quite regular of late. Within a week, I had seen Cassandra not less than four times, and on each occasion, we had sex. This had been going on for close to two months, since when the Amelia bitch returned. The reasons were obvious. But still, I needed her to admit them one day.A few minutes later, she stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. I sat up on the bed.“You still don’t want to tell me what’s going on between you and my brother?” I said, and I was very sure she rolled her eyes. She didn’t say a word, and I sighed. She was such a stubborn goat.I picked up my phone to check some things when she came out.“Haven’t I told you to keep your business out of my and your brother’s relationship?” She asked.“You know I know this is because of Amelia, right?” I said, and her eyes changed that minute.“Don’t dare mention that bitch’s name here.” She said, and I was shocked. What I saw in her eyes was scary. Her e
Amelia “Eric.. I also have my doubts. But… But I think this is different. I’m having a feeling that he means it this time.” I said, with the tiny hope within me that it wouldn’t crash. Oh dear God, I hoped I was right.He released a snicker instead, worsening my fears.“You only believe that because you want him to.”He said, and at this point, I got angry.“Are you insinuating that this is all some sort of hallucination?” I asked with a raised voice. Did he think I was just making this up?“No! No, that... that wasn’t what I meant. That wasn’t my intention in any way at all. Just relax and hear me out, Amelia.” He said immediately to clear out the misunderstanding. I sighed.“So what did you mean?” I asked with a questioning tone.“I’m just saying you should indeed be careful. That’s all. And it’s because I know the man, Lachlan Mallory, too well. Not like you aren’t worthy of his love. Actually, in the real sense, he is the one who’s lucky to be the man to win the heart of a pricele
Eric I sighed after talking with Amelia. My heart broke for her. She was so in love with the bastard. I wish she could see things from my point of view. Despite all she had been through, the hell the arsehole had put her through, she still wanted to give him a chance. A chance! I swirled around, racking my brain. The idiot was fast having my girl, and from Amelia’s response, I couldn’t counter such belief. Oh, heavens! There was a knock on my door, and Esmeralda walked in. I looked up, wondering what she had to tell me. “You have a visitor, sir,” she said, and I wondered who it was. I was expecting no one. And then it clicked. Was it that Cassie girl again? What did she want this time? “Is it that lady from the Mallorys?” “No, sir. But this visitor is also Mallory,” she said, and I groaned, rolling my eyes. “What does Lachlan want?” I asked in annoyance. “It’s Christopher Mallory, sir,” she said instead, and I widened my eyes in shock. What the hell does that lunat
Lachlan “Come in,” I said with my eyes fixed on the work I was doing on my system while I sat on my bed, responding to the knock on the door. I knew it must be Lillian, but I wondered what she wanted. The cleaning of the house usually started at eight, and this was just past seven. So I knew it must have been something urgent that could have brought her. “You’re busy?” I heard her voice instead and looked up in shock.“Babe., I said, still looking surprised. She walked up to me with a tray in her hands containing a cup of tea and toast. I placed my laptop on the bed, a bit farther from where I sat, as she drew close. “Good morning.” She said with a smile as she handed me the breakfast in her hands. I smiled as I collected them.“Thank you., I said in appreciation, and she nodded. We remained quiet for a while as I took my breakfast. I was indeed surprised she had brought me breakfast in bed. When I had returned from work yesterday, I had gone to see her, but she had withdrawn to
Amelia's POVI breathed softly to make him believe I was asleep, and he did. The only problem was he wasn't going to sleep.We stayed like that. Minutes turned to probably an hour or more, and I was getting tired.The rain had stopped falling, and I was glad. I reached for my phone on the bedside table to check the time. It was nearly 5 am.“What?” Those words left my lips before I could stop myself. I had to leave. I pushed back the bedcovers and turned my leg on the left side. Just as my feet hit the floor, I heard Lachlan stir. “Hey, Amelia,” he said in a low voice. “You okay?”Shit. I turned to face him. “Yes. Just about to head to the bathroom.”I noticed him pinching his eyes. Did he see through the lie? “Are you sure you're okay?” he repeated. “Beaveu you look like you're about to run away.” “I'm fine.” I nearly snapped. Then I immediately rubbed my temples. “Sorry, it's just…”“It's alright.” Lachlan said, looking disappointed. “If you want to get better reception, try d
Lachlan's POVAmelia's fingers brushed mine as she took the cup, and I sucked in a breath. Suddenly, I was yearning for her touch.Awkward silence stretched between us, and I cleared my throat and gestured to the duffle bag near the couch. “Your things are right here.” I said. Amelia glanced at the box and pressed her lips in a thin line. “Thank you.”“You don't have to.” I muttered. “It's the least I could do.”And just like that, we relapsed into silence. I turned to bring out the bag and drop it next to her. “Thanks,” Amelia said, dropping the coffee mug on the tray. “I should go.”“Sure.” I rose to my feet, and so did she. Amelia clutched the duffle bag, looking at me softly. “You look… tired. tTake care of yourself.”Before I could respond, drops of rain tapped against the window. Within minutes, the soft drizzle turned into a full downpour. I looked at the window; the sky had darkened as though it was night. “Damn it. I'm so sorry this happened.”“You're sorry for the rai
Lachlan's POV It wasn't luck that kept me standing.It was Amelia.And now, she is gone.I took the car back to the hospital, hoping I'd bump into Bailey or Amelia. I didn't know what I was thinking driving back, but I knew I had to do it. I had to see Amelia even if it was just a glimpse of her. The car parked in the driveway, and I climbed out of the driver's seat. The smartwatch around my wrist beeped quietly. I had set an alarm for 1 pm for a meeting I had with some investors. Now, that would have to wait. I needed to have a word with Amelia. I walked to the front desk as if on autopilot. There, I met two nurses who recognized me from the night Amelia gave birth. Each of them beamed me a lovely smile and asked why I was back there.“Amelia Mallory? Is she here?” I inquired, looking over my shoulder.“Oh, your wife?”Wife. That's a word I don't think I’d hear in the next decade or years to come.I hesitated for a moment before answering. “Y—yes.”The ginger-haired nurse pushed
Lachlan's POV“I'm not talking about golfing together, dude.” Matthew scoffed. “It's your brother.”“Chris…”“You need to go down to the station. Chris wants to talk to you. Says it's urgent.”“Did he say exactly why?” “No, but he did say it had to be you and was for your ears only.”I thought hard about it. What did Chris want to tell me that he couldn't tell the cops? I didn't have the answers to them; only he could provide answers to that. “Fine. I'll be at the station soon.” I replied. The call ended, and I slipped my phone back into my pocket, hoping I wouldn't regret visiting.I arrived at jail and regretted it immediately.As I stepped through the heavy metallic doors, the stench of steel, sweat, and faint smell of bleach poured out. I nearly pinched my nose, but I had to stop myself. The officer escorting me didn't budge and led me down the corridor in small, graceful steps. “Here.” The officer said, stopping in front of the thick pane of glass divided by a pair of telepho
Amelia's POV“Love is messy, Amelia. That's why we're in this mess. We are both tied down by the people we thought we loved. Love is ugly. It's—”“Real!” My cracked voice echoed in the room. “Love is real, and it's ours.”“You don't understand, Amelia,” Lachlan looked down. “We… we were never going to work out, Amelia. You and I... were…“Doomed from the beginning?” I completed it for him.“Yeah. We were doomed.” He whispered this time. A bitter laugh tore through my lips and I covered my mouth.“Amelia…” Lachlan tried to touch me but I stepped back. “Do you even hear yourself, Lachlan?” I said with a scoff. “Yeah. It's annoying, but it's true. Nothing …” he ran his hand through his hair. “Nothing about us was perfect. It was messy.”“Are you serious? Nothing about us was perfect? If it was, then why did you insist we divorce after the baby is born? Why did you make efforts to win me back? Why— “Don't romanticize what we had, Amelia. It was convenient and not love. You were conven
Amelia's POVI watched Lachlan lower his gaze and apologize in a low voice. “I am so very sorry, Amelia. I want nothing else from you, but I do have a favor to ask.”Favor? What did he want? “What is it?”He hesitated for a moment before he whispered now. “That you forgive me.”“What?” I heard a light knock on the door, and the nurse entered. “Mr. Mallory, the police are waiting.”“Oh.” Lachlan said, then turned to me as if waiting for an answer. I gave him a nod, and he rose off the bed. “Can I come see you later?” He asked in a somber tone.Has Lachlan ever looked this vulnerable? “Yeah.” I replied weakly, leaning against the reclining bed. “Okay.” He turned away from the room and shut the door behind him. I heaved a sigh and closed my eyes. Tonight was a long night. The baby moved in my arms, and I pulled him close, inhaling his clean scent. “What do I do, baby?” I whispered. “What do I do?”The days that followed after that, Lachlan visited me in the hospital. And when he
Lachlan’s POVThe paramedics arrived in time and rushed her to the hospital. I called her father to come wait with us. Even my family arrived at the hospital, and we all waited in the lobby, praying for Amelia's delivery. And just when I thought all hope was lost, I heard the cry of a baby.Now, we were waiting in the sterile waiting room surrounded by our family and everyone else who cared about us—her father, Bailey, Rebecca, hell, even my family showed up. Despite the company, I still felt alone. “Amelia will be fine.” Bailey said, sitting next to me. I looked down at my trembling hands. “She's been through a lot because of me….”“Come on. Don't say that, Lachlan.” Bailey put her arms around my shoulders.I shook my head. “If anything happens to her or the baby, I don't know what I'd—”“Stop!” Rebecca interrupted in a firm voice. “Don't say that! Nothing will happen to them.”My voice cracked as I tried to speak. “But…”“You've made mistakes, Lachlan. I understand, but you're he
Lachlan's POV “So…” Amelia asked quietly. “What happens now?” I ran my hand through my already tousled hair and exhaled softly. “Now?... We move with our lives.” “What do you mean?” Amelia looked at my face now, her brows furrowed in confusion. A shudder escaped my lips, and I replied. “You've given me an heir, Amelia…. The deal was to give me an heir and sign the divorce papers…” As much as it hurt me to admit it, it was the truth. “What?” Her eyes went round, and my heart clenched. The image of her broken expression was like a dagger to my heart, and I looked away. The only thing that mattered was Amelia. I didn't deserve it after hurting her—not once or twice, but over and over again. Her eyes filled the same way they did when she stumbled on Cassie kissing me in the office. It was never my intention for her to see that. Hell, I hadn't even wanted it to happen, but it did, and she had run away like she did before. Suddenly, memories of the incident flickered through my m
Amelia's POVA scream escaped my lips as the sound of gunshot echoed in the cathedral. Eric collapsed to the ground, his brown eyes holding mine as crimson began to grow around his white shirt. I felt a familiar pair of warm arms wrap around me. “Amelia… hey, it's going to be okay.” It was Lachlan. He planted a light kiss on my forehead, cradling me in his arms. “It's going to be okay. I need a medic in here!”Panic ripples through me as I struggle to breath. Each gulp of air was more difficult than the last and sooner, I began to hyperventilate.“Amelia?” Lachlan's voice became muffled in my head and his face became blurry.“Hey, get help! She's not breathing well!” Lachlan yelled, sounding the alarm to the officers.Amidst the panic, I felt a gush of water flood my shoes. A loud cry tore through my lips as I tightened my grip on Lachlan’s shirt. He looked down at me and gasped in shock. “Her water just broke! Amelia's going into labour.”Detective Matthew rushed to our aide with