Amelia’s POVWith that, Sienna turned on her heel and walked away. She didn’t look back once. Liam stood frozen for a moment, then reluctantly shuffled toward us.Rowan reached down and took his filthy little hand gently. "Come on, buddy. Let’s get you cleaned up."Liam’s lip jutted out in a stubborn pout. "You threw me and Mommy out like garbage, Daddy. Why did you do that?"Rowan blinked, caught off guard. His voice softened. "I’m sorry it felt like that, Liam. Your mommy… she did some things that weren’t good. I needed to protect myself."Liam narrowed his eyes, a look far too sharp for a boy of six. "Mommy said you’re the one who did bad things. How can I know who’s the liar?"Rowan hesitated, visibly stricken, then crouched down to look his son in the eye. "I promise you, Liam. In this house, nobody’s going to lie to you. Not ever again."Liam’s gaze flicked toward me, suspicious. He jabbed a dirty little finger in my direction. "Not even her? Mommy says she’s a liar and a cheat
Amelia’s POVThat night, we both knew it was our last night before having Liam in the house. So we lingered in the sex room, exploring every sex game and teasing toy we hadn’t tried yet. The hours slipped by faster than either of us noticed, until a pale stripe of morning light cut through the blinds."Rowan," I panted, brushing a strand of damp hair from my face. "We’ve been at it all night!"He smirked, sweat gleaming on his muscular torso as he leaned over me. "I know. We had to take every last second before…" His smile faltered for just a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. Then he shook it off, pulling me into another devastating kiss.By the time we finally stumbled into the shower, my pussy was sore and swollen, and I could barely stand on my legs. Rowan pressed close, wrapping me in his arms. Our laughter mingled with the hiss of water. "You feel so fucking good," he murmured, his lips grazing my ear.I tried to catch my breath, leaning back against the cool
Amelia’s POVWhen I woke up the next morning, I felt the weight of someone’s gaze on me. I blinked my eyes open and found Rowan lying on his side, his head propped on his hand. He watched me with an expression so tender it made my chest tighten."Good morning, my queen," he said softly, his voice warm as melted honey. His smile was unguarded, almost boyish, and it made my heart skip a beat."Uh… good morning," I stammered, my cheeks heating under his gaze. "Were you… watching me sleep?""Of course." His lips curved into that maddeningly confident smile. "How could I not? You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen first thing in the morning."I groaned and tugged the blanket up over my face. "You’re ridiculous."He gently pulled the blanket down just far enough so I could see his eyes. "You know you blew me away last night, don’t you? And my mother too?"I blinked, startled. "Blew you away?""Yes," he said firmly. "The way you stood up to her, the way you carried yourself… Amelia,
Rowan’s POVIt felt as if a weight had been lifted off my chest. Finally, the truth was out. Yet the air around the dining table still hung heavy. Thick with silence and the remnants of everything that had just exploded.My mother was the first to break it. She leaned back in her chair, her face a mask of composure, though I saw the cracks in her eyes. "Well," she said coolly. "That was… revealing."I let out a humorless laugh. "Revealing? That’s all you have to say?" My glare sharpened on her. "If you had trusted your own son in the first place, none of this would’ve had to happen. We could have spared Liam, spared Amelia, spared all of us this drama."Her lips thinned. "And how could I have trusted you, Rowan, when you kept all of this from me? This isn’t some minor oversight. You don’t just hide things like this from your family.""I was trying to protect Liam," I said, quieter but no less firm. "He’s innocent in all this. Whatever Sienna did, she’s still his mother. I didn’t wan
Sienna’s POVEvangeline’s eyes were like daggers, pinning me in place. I could feel it—she believed her son over me. Panic rose like bile in my throat."Evangeline, I…" I hesitated, searching for any thread of control left. I had run out of angles to twist this story. My eyes flicked between her, Rowan, and Amelia. I couldn’t believe this humiliation was happening right in front of my ex’s little toy.I pressed trembling hands to my face, forcing my eyes to tear up."I’m so sorry," I whispered, shoulders shaking. "Rowan just… he never treated me right. I tried. I really tried."I took a deep, shuddering breath. "One night, at one of the galas I organized for Rowan’s company—to support his networking—one of his competitors approached me and…" I sniffled, forcing the image of a wounded wife. "He was so kind. So charming. He became a really good friend—""Friend?" Rowan’s voice cut through my sobs like a blade.I shot him a glare through my tears, my lips trembling. "Yes, friend. That’
Amelia’s POVRowan’s face froze. The icy fury radiating off him made the air at the table tighten."Excuse me?" His voice was low, sharp, dangerous.Sienna tilted her chin. Her lips curved into a saccharine smile. "You heard me, Ro-ro."I cringed at the pet name, and Rowan’s eyes flickered with rage."Our marriage was arranged by our families in the first place," she went on, "We both know it was strategic, and… it worked. Your mother and I have been talking, and we both agree—it just makes sense to reunite."Rowan barked out a bitter laugh. "This is all very funny, Sienna. But unless the calendar switched to April first without me noticing, I’m not laughing."He shoved his chair back with a screech. "Amelia and I should get going now."I rose slowly, my heart pounding. But before I could fully stand, Evangeline’s voice cracked through the room like a whip. "Sit. Down."The force in her tone made me falter, caught in an awkward half-squat. Rowan’s eyes narrowed at her, his jaw flexing