All Chapters of Watch Me; SHINE : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Amelia’s point of View The chilly air nipped at my cheeks as I walked along the cobblestone streets, my hands hidden in my coat pockets. The peaceful town was calm that morning, as the snow softly crunched beneath my boots. Lucie had gone to deal with a work call, and I needed a breather from him. Our agreement to stay married for a year was still on, but lately, I struggled to recall why I despised him so much.Pushing the thought aside, I decided to find a café to warm up.A gentle walker greeted me as I entered the café. The delightful aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries enveloped me like a warm hug. The place was cozy, softly lit, and filled with murmurs of conversation.Approaching the counter, I scanned the menu when a soft voice beside me interrupted my thoughts."First time here?"I glanced over to see a woman casually leaning against the counter. She was striking, with long dark hair flowing over her shoulders and a refined sense of style that exuded confidence wit

Amelia’s POVLater that evening, I sat by the large window of the villa Lucie and I had rented, watching the snow fall in delicate flurries. The fire crackled behind me, casting flickering shadows on the walls and filling the room with a comforting warmth. Yet, despite the cozy atmosphere, my mind was far from settled.Gabby.There was something about her that lingered, something I couldn't shake off no matter how hard I tried. She seemed familiar, but I was certain we'd never met before. At least, not that I could remember.Her eyes, the way she spoke, it was all too… calculated.I pulled the knitted throw tighter around me and sighed, my breath fogging up the cold glass."You're quiet."Lucie’s voice cut through the silence, smooth and steady, but with an undercurrent of curiosity.I turned to see him leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. His usual cocky smirk was absent, replaced by something softer. Concern, maybe."Just thinking," I replied, my voice

Amelia’s POvThe cold air bit at my skin as I stepped outside, the snow crunching beneath my boots. I pulled my coat tighter, my breath curling in the frigid morning air. The streets were quiet, blanketed in white, but my mind was anything but calm.I didn’t know where I was going exactly, but I knew I needed to find Gabby.If Lucie wouldn’t give me answers, then I’d get them myself.My steps were fast and determined, each one fueled by the frustration boiling in my chest.Gabby had been too composed when we met. Too perfect.And now that I knew who she was or at least who I thought she wat all made sense.Tony had told me about her. About how Lucie used to bully her. But something wasn’t adding up.Why was she here now?And why did Lucie look like he’d seen a ghost when I mentioned her name?I needed to know.After some time wandering through the snow-covered streets, I found myself at a small café on the corner. Warm light spilled from the windows, contrasting the dull gray sky.And

Amelia’s POVThe next morning, sunlight streamed through the frost-covered windows, casting a pale glow across the room. But the warmth of the light did nothing to thaw the tension that had settled deep in my chest.Lucie’s words from last night echoed in my mind."There’s more to Gabby than you know. And if you keep digging, you’re going to regret it."But regret or not, I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in my gut. Gabby wasn’t just some girl from Lucie’s past. She was connected to something bigger, and Lucie was hiding it.I stood by the window, watching the snow drift lazily to the ground. Lucie was still asleep upstairs, and I knew confronting him again would only lead to another argument.So I needed answers.And I wasn’t going to get them from him.I grabbed my coat and quietly slipped out of the villa, the cold biting at my skin. My boots crunched softly on the thin layer of snow as I made my way to the small café in town where Gabby said she worked.It was early, but the

Lucie’s POVI sat in the leather armchair, staring at the flickering flames in the fireplace, but my mind wasn’t here.It was on her.Gabby.Seeing her again had felt like getting hit by a freight train I never saw coming.This wasn’t part of the plan.Not here. Not now.Why was she here?I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the strands tightly, my jaw clenched.Amelia had noticed something was off. Hell, I hadn’t even tried to hide it.I hated how easily Gabby slipped into Amelia’s orbit, how quickly she made herself seem harmless. Friendly.But she wasn’t harmless.Not to me.And definitely not to Amelia.The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became.Gabby showing up here couldn’t be a coincidence. She was many things, but lucky wasn’t one of them.This was planned.By who, though?I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, and grabbed my phone off the table.There was only one person who might have some answers.Tony.If anyone kept tabs on the old crowd, it was him.I scroll