Romans de Amycee

We sat in the silence for too long. I kept waiting for Zayne to suddenly say he was joking. He didn’t.Cade laughed instead.It came out sharp and wrong, like a reflex.“Stop it,” he said. “That’s not funny.”Zayne didn’t smile. His face stayed still, serious in a way that shut the room down. “I’m not joking.”Something in my chest tightened until breathing hurt. When I spoke, the voice didn’t feel like mine.“Dying from what?”Zayne looked at me. He hesitated, then said it slowly, like he hated giving it a voice.“Cancer.”After he said it, everything felt wrong.Cade’s expression changed, not all at once, but piece by piece, like something he’d been avoiding finally pushed its way in.He grabbed a pillow from the couch and hurled it to the floor. The sound was loud enough to make me flinch.“No,” he snapped. “No. You said you beat it. You said you were fine.”Zayne nodded slowly. “I said that so you wouldn’t worry.”Cade stared at him like he’d been punched. “You lied to me.”“I di

Cade came back holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a carton of juice in the other.He set the wine on the centre table, twisted the cap open, and poured himself a glass like this was a good night. Like everything had suddenly gone right. Then he turned on the music. Something loud and upbeat.He started moving to it.Not dancing properly. Just swaying, shoulders loose, head bobbing, smiling to himself. Free in a way that made my chest hurt.When he said this calls for celebration, he meant it.He poured juice into a glass and handed it to me.“Cheers,” he said lightly.I stared at the glass in my hand. For a brief second, I wanted to dump it on the floor.The way he was smiling, celebrating, relaxed in a way I wasn’t. He looked relieved while everything inside me felt off balance. And that, more than anything else, irritated me, because my chest felt tight while his night had suddenly become easier.I took a slow breath and forced myself not to react.Then I sighed, set the glass

When I got inside the house, the living room lights were off. Everywhere was quiet and dim. I assumed Jesse had gone to bed, so I went straight to my room, ready to collapse.But the moment I opened the door, my heart almost jumped out of my chest.Zayne was sitting on my bed.I blinked. “You scared me. I did not know you were here.”He stood slowly. “Welcome.”I stepped inside carefully. “You could have called before coming.”“I did not know you would be out this late,” he said.“Oh. About that… I went to see Cade.”His eyes met mine instantly.I exhaled. “He added his name to my emergency contacts without asking. I went to warn him not to do that again. Nothing happened. We just talked.”Zayne nodded, but something in his face changed. “Even if something happened, it would not matter.”The way he said it tightened something in my chest. “What do you mean?”He lowered himself back onto the bed as if whatever he carried was too heavy to stand with. “I came here because I need to tell

Neither of us spoke for a while. Cade ran a hand through his hair and let out a long breath.I stood there, still trying to process everything that just happened.“Maybe I should not have come tonight,” I said quietly. “If I knew my presence would break you two up, I would have stayed home. Now it feels like I caused it.”He shook his head. “You did not. This was already dying. I should have ended it weeks ago.”“That does not make it hurt less for her,” I replied.“I know,” he said. “But staying would have hurt her more.”I lowered myself into the single chair and tried to settle my thoughts. Everything replayed in my head, but one moment kept rising above the rest:Cade told Natalie he still loved me.I looked up at him. “You told her you still had feelings for me?”“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “From the beginning. If there is one thing I did right, it was being honest with her about that. I made it clear I was emotionally unavailable and she said she could handle it.”A small

Natalia’s eyes kept moving between me and Cade, searching our expressions like she was trying to rewrite the truth with her own eyes.No one spoke.The silence was harsher than any shout.For a moment, I honestly thought Cade would step back, explain, soften the situation.He did nothing.He simply looked at her and said quietly, “You can leave it on the table.”Her jaw tightened. “Excuse me?”“The bag,” he said. “Drop it and go home. We will talk later.”That was the moment something snapped in her.She stepped forward instead of turning around. “Go home? That is what you have to say to me?”I cleared my throat. “I should go. This is not–”Cade’s hand closed gently around my wrist. “You are not going anywhere.”Natalia let out a small laugh that held no humour. “Of course she is not.”She looked straight at me now. “You just cannot stay away, can you?”I kept my voice calm. “This is not what you think. I came here to talk about something important and I am leaving.”“Really?” She til

The living room was empty. The kitchen too. I walked down the hall and stopped at his bedroom door. His bed was unmade and his practice bag lay open on a chair. So he was definitely home.I was about to call his name when the bathroom door opened.He walked out, hair wet, water still running down his chest. A white towel hung low on his hips, the only thing between him and naked. His muscles were defined in a way that made my thoughts scatter. I did a full body scan without meaning to. The abs. The arms. The ridiculous lines running down his torso. Maybe it was hormones or stress or weakness, but for a second I forgot why I came.He noticed.His mouth curved in a small, knowing smile. “Wow. Okay. It actually feels great that I still affect you like that.”Heat climbed up my neck. I looked away so fast my vision blurred. “Get dressed. I will be in the living room.”I turned away fast, because staring any longer was going to erase every rational thought I had left.Behind me, a quiet la

Two years later.That’s how long it’s been since I stood in that chapel and promised my forever to Liam Black. And if you asked me today what the best decision of my life was, I’d tell you it was becoming his wife.Most people warned me that the first years of marriage were the hardest. Ours never felt that way. If anything, it felt like we never left the honeymoon. Liam kept his word, life with him has been different, and always in the very best way.My career bloomed even after the break I took for motherhood. Stepping back had scared me at first, but when I returned, the viewers welcomed me louder than ever. The show grew bigger, the crowd wider, and the opportunities came faster than I imagined. Liam teases me that I’m more famous than he is. I don’t argue.But fame is nothing compared to family.Sophia and Mason are still glued together, stronger than ever. Mason’s been plotting a proposal behind her back, and I can barely keep the secret. Watching him plan the surprise engagemen

“Shots!” someone shouted, and trays appeared like magic, crystal glasses lined with vodka, tequila, and gin, catching the garden lights. Glasses clinked, throats burned, and the afterparty snapped alive in a rush of sound and color.With the “old folks” gone, just like Jay had declared, the energy shifted instantly. The polished reception dissolved into something reckless, raw, electric.Jay wasted no time. He was already on the floor, zeroed in on Henry’s associate’s daughter. I’d caught him sneaking glances all day, but now? Now he was putting on a show. He dropped into what might’ve been breakdancing, or a near medical emergency, and she bent over laughing, clutching her stomach.“Hundred bucks says he seals the night in his suite,” I whispered, and Lisa nearly spit her drink out.Then the spotlight snapped to Mason. He lounged in a chair, vodka in hand, until Sophia crossed the floor with that wicked sway in her hips. In one seamless move, she swung a leg over his lap and settled

Cameras flashed as the official photographer called out instructions, arranging us with family and friends beneath a canopy of twinkling lights and climbing blooms. Liam kept sneaking kisses between shots, making the photographer groan and everyone else laugh. By the time the last picture was taken, my cheeks ached from smiling, but my heart had never been fuller.Then came the moment: our grand entrance.Liam’s hand found mine, and together we stepped forward, announced for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Black.The cheers rolled over us, laughter, shouts, clapping, the kind of joy you could feel in your chest. Liam leaned down, stealing a quick kiss that made the crowd roar louder, and I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried.Our first dance began with the slow rise of strings. The world shrank until it was only Liam and me, moving across the floor in a rhythm that felt as old as our story. He whispered, “My wife,” against my ear. I whispered back, “Always.” When the song ended, the appla

The night before my wedding, sleep never stood a chance. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Liam’s face waiting at the altar, and the thought made my heart race like I was falling in love for the very first time all over again.By sunrise, I was still smiling, humming to myself, too happy to stay still, excitement bubbling through me like champagne in my veins.The makeup artist was just finishing her last touches when Sophia and Lisa walked in. I couldn’t help myself, I was sitting by the window, grinning like a fool at my reflection, my excitement too loud to hide.Sophia groaned, shaking her head. “I swear, Emily. Most brides wake up with cold feet, and here you are looking like you’ve been running on pure sugar since midnight.”Lisa dropped onto the bed with a pillow tucked under her arm. “Cold feet? Please. She’s already halfway down the aisle in her head.”“I grinned. “What did you expect? I’m marrying the love of my life.”Sophia smirked. “God help Liam. His bride didn’t even n

When Sophia and I returned to the suite, the girls were still buzzing from music and wine. Lisa was already there, settled in as if she’d been present the entire time.The moment she caught sight of us, her lips curved slyly. “And where exactly are you two coming from?”The way she asked it, you’d think she’d been sitting there the whole time, not sneaking back in like us. Sophia and I exchanged a glance and broke into laughter.Lisa narrowed her eyes. “What’s so funny?”“Nothing,” I said, grinning. “Just that we actually went looking for you when we noticed you were gone.” I tilted my head. “So, where were you, Lisa?”A flush crept into her cheeks. “I stepped out to take a call. And then… well, I ended up admiring the hotel. It’s gorgeous.”Sophia smirked, her voice playful. “Yes, it is. My father did a thing here. But Lisa, why do I feel like you’re hiding something?”“What? No! I told you the truth,” she blurted, her defenses snapping up.I leaned in, my tone teasing. “Are you sure

I woke up to the sense of someone standing over me at the edge of the bed.“Liam?” I mumbled, my eyes still shut. “Why are you hovering like a creep?”A familiar laugh answered. My eyes flew open.“Lisa?”I blinked, shut them again, then peeked, convinced I was dreaming. She was still there. By the third time, I gave up and screamed, throwing myself at her.She yelped as I hugged her tight. “You’re not dreaming, Emily.”I pulled back, still breathless. “How? You weren’t supposed to be back from camp for weeks!”“Please,” she said, flicking her hair. “Like I’d miss my best friend’s wedding. I told them I had a very important excuse. And I do.”“Thank goodness.” I grinned. “You’re coming with me for fittings today.”Lisa laughed, eyeing me dramatically. “I hope you picked a color that makes me pop.”“You’ve been gone too long to vote. You’ll wear what we chose.”She groaned, and I smacked her arm. Before she could fire back, a soft whimper floated from the baby monitor. We glanced at ea