Chapter 49

Amelia sat on her bed, the soft white sheets crumpled beneath her as she clutched her robe tightly to her chest.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to make sense of what had happened between her and Andrew. How could he have done this to her?

She had hoped that her first time with a man would be special, that it would be with someone who valued her virginity and saw her worth as a person. But instead, Andrew had used her, using her body to remember his late wife Catherine.

She had trusted Andrew with her virginity. But now she knew the truth - that he had only slept with her to remember Catherine, the love of his life. Who she wasn't even aware of.

"Was I just a replacement to him?" she thought to herself.

The realization was like a knife twisting in her heart, the hurt and anger so strong that she could barely contain it. It was like Andrew was bent on hurting her over and over again, showing no remorse or apology for his actions.

He seemed almost proud of himself, as if he