Lila looked at her with a small smile. "I said, this was Andrew's favorite wine when we were dating," she repeated.Amelia felt a knot form in her stomach. "Oh really?" Amelia said, turning back to Lila. "I had no idea."Andrew chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yes, we had a brief romance a few years ago," he explained.Amelia's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but before she could say anything, Lila continued. "He always loved it when I wore something sexy," she said, giving Andrew a playful wink.Andrew chuckled, and Amelia felt a pang of jealousy twist in her chest. It was clear that Lila still had a hold over Andrew, and she didn't know how to compete with that.Amelia, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the situation, took a deep breath and spoke up. "Lila, could you please show me the room?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.Lila paused, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face. "Can't you wait just a little longer? We're having a good time here," she
Amelia's heart pounded in her chest as she realized there was no escaping the truth. She took a deep breath and looked up at Andrew, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was Henry," she admitted. "He called me on the plane."Andrew's fury only intensified as Amelia admitted the truth. "Why did you lie to me when I asked you on the plane?" he demanded, his voice tinged with anger.Amelia could feel her throat tightening as she tried to come up with an answer. "I-I didn't want to upset you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper."Upset me?" Andrew spat, his anger boiling over. "You think lying to me wouldn't upset me? You think carrying on a secret conversation with Henry behind my back wouldn't upset me?""But Henry wasn't trying to cause trouble. He just wanted to check up on us and see how we were doing."But Andrew's anger quickly flared up again, and he shook his head incredulously. "Check up on us?" he laughed bitterly. "Henry tried to kill me, Amelia. He's the reason I'm
Amelia's heart pounded with anticipation as the doctor approached them, his white coat swishing against the tiled floor. "How is he, doctor?" Amelia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.He gave her a small smile, his face lined with wrinkles that spoke of years of experience. "The surgery was successful," he said, "but he'll need some time to recover."Amelia's heart soared at the news. She had been so afraid that something would go wrong during the surgery, that Andrew wouldn't make it through. But now, knowing that he was going to be okay, she could feel a weight lifting off her shoulders."Thank God," she breathed. "And Andrew? How is he? Can he walk now?" she asked, her eyes shining with hope.The doctor hesitated for a moment before replying. "Well, he's not able to walk yet. But he can stand and take a few steps with assistance."Amelia's smile faltered. "What do you mean? I thought the surgery was supposed to fix everything."He shook his head. "It's a process, Mrs. Reynol
There was Lila, kissing Andrew on his bed. For a moment, Amelia couldn't believe what she was seeing. She stood there, frozen in place, as Andrew's eyes caught hers."Amelia," Andrew said, his voice catching.But Amelia didn't want to hear it. Without saying a word, she turned and slammed the door behind her, storming out of the room.As she made her way down the stairs, tears streamed down her face. She couldn't believe what she had seen, and she didn't know how to deal with the pain and hurt she was feeling.She didn't want to talk to anyone, and didn't want to explain what had happened. All she wanted to do was run away and never come back.As she rushed out of the hospital, her mind was racing with confusion and hurt. She had trusted Lila when she said that what she had with Andrew was in the past, but now she had seen with her own eyes that it wasn't true.Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even notice Tony, Andrew's bodyguard, approach her until he spoke."Ms. Amelia, are you alri
Amelia's eyes widened at Perry's question, caught off guard by the unexpected inquiry. For a moment, she hesitated before answering, her thoughts racing.The silence stretched out for a beat too long as she bristled defensively. "No, of course not. Why would you even ask that?""I just know how you get when you're passionate about something," Perry replied calmly. "If you're not in love with Andrew, why does it bother you so much that Lila was kissing him?" she asked."I don't know," Amelia said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe. But it doesn't matter now, not after what I just saw."Perry's voice held a note of curiosity as she asked, "Why haven't you told Andrew how you feel about him?"Amelia let out a bitter laugh in response to Perry's question. "Honestly, Perry, I don't even know what I feel for Andrew," she said, her voice tinged with frustration."He's always treating me so coldly, and he never misses an opportunity to throw it in my face that he saved my fat
Henry opened his boot and put Amelia's bag in as she entered his car and they drove to her house. There was a moment of silence in the car as Henry drove.Suddenly, Henry spoke up. "I heard Andrew's surgery was successful," he said, his voice gentle.Amelia nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for not reaching out to him and returning his calls. "Yes, and I'm sorry I haven't returned your calls or messages.He turned to face Amelia and smiled warmly. "No problem, Amelia. I'm just glad I could be here for you."Then he asked, "Andrew didn't let you pick my calls, did he?"Amelia felt a sudden sense of discomfort at Henry's question. While she knew that Henry meant no harm, his question hit a nerve that she didn't quite know how to articulate.She didn't want to dwell on her relationship with Andrew or what happened in Turkey."Can we please not go there, Henry?" she said, her voice soft. "I just want to focus on my mom and make sure she's okay."Henry nodded, seeming to understand. "Of cour
The voice was stern, and it made Amelia's blood boil as it descended down the stairs. She turned towards the stairs and saw her father, Mr. Tate. He stood there with a stern expression on his face, looking down at her with a disapproving glare.Amelia's anger towards her father began to boil inside of her. How could he be so insensitive and uncaring? All he ever cared about was business and money, never taking the time to understand her or her needs. "Amelia, I asked you a question. What are you doing here when your husband is recovering from surgery?"Amelia's anger flared up at her father's words. He had always been more concerned with business and money than with his own family, and she had grown tired of his constant meddling. "I came here to be with my mother, Dad. She had an asthma attack, and she needs me," she said, her voice laced with frustration.Mr. Tate didn't back down, though. "And what about your husband? Didn't he just have surgery? Shouldn't you be with him?"Amel
Amelia's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected her mom to see through her ruse so easily. She stammered, trying to come up with a plausible excuse."I... I came back because I was worried about you. You weren't feeling well, and I wanted to make sure you were okay." She said, her words barely audible.Mrs. Tate shook her head, not buying her story. "You know I always have my asthma attack once in a while, it's nothing new," she said, her voice firm.She noticed that Amelia seemed to be avoiding her gaze, and she knew that something was not right. She took a step closer to her daughter and placed a hand on her cheek, turning her face towards her."Amelia, look at me," Mrs. Tate said firmly. "I can tell that there is something you're not telling me. What happened in Turkey? Why did you really come back?"Amelia took a deep breath and looked into her mother's eyes, feeling a sense of comfort and security in their warmth. She knew that she could trust her mother with anything, and she