Amanda Courtney had loved Riley Griffin for eleven years. She’d been Mrs. Griffin for three. But Riley Griffin had ignored all her efforts, always treating her with indifference, staying out late, and never introducing her to his friends—people knew he was married, but no one even knew who his bride was. Amanda had thought that was just how he was, until Faye Aiken returned. Only then did she realize how Riley acted around someone he truly cared about. Heartbroken, Amanda decided to divorce him and live for herself from then on. It wasn’t until Amanda left that Riley realized what a failure of a husband he’d been. He pleaded with Amanda for a second chance, gripping her hand tightly. “I’ll wait for you as long as it takes.” “Oh, but I won’t be waiting for you anymore,” Amanda couldn’t care less. The roles were reversed, but would Amanda, who had long since lost faith in Riley, have a change of heart?
View MoreIn the soft, flickering light of the candle, Amanda finds it hard to read Riley’s expression.
He must have been smiling, just like me. She's a firm believer in that. After all, it’s our third wedding anniversary. Even though he still has a lot of work to do, he makes time to come home and have a candlelit dinner with me. Amanda closes her eyes, letting herself believe the lie for a moment.
“I wish we could be together forever,” Amanda says with a happy smile. Her eyes come alive, twinkling like lakes in sunlight. Riley freezes for a while. It seems like there is an ethereal halo around her, he thinks.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pierces through her abdomen, so intense it nearly knocks the wind out of her. Amanda’s face pales instantly, but she bites back the pain, not wanting to ruin the rare moment of warmth between them.
But just as she gathers herself, a shrill ringtone shatters the peaceful atmosphere. The name flashing on Riley’s phone screen makes Amanda’s heart skip a beat. Before she stops him, Riley eagerly picks up the phone.
“Riley, my head hurts so much… I feel like my chest is being squeezed, I… I can’t catch my breath… Please, come… hurry…”
The woman’s weak voice comes through the phone, but before she finishes, the line goes dead, as though she’s passed out.
Riley looks like he’s in a bad mood for a second. Annoyance flickers across his face. Still, he stands up, grabbing his clothes with an intensity Amanda cannot decipher.
“Faye’s sick again. I need to take a look at her.”
Faye Aiken is a girl who has grown up with Riley Griffin. She's been with him a long time, someone with whom he shares an unbreakable bond. Three years ago, she had gone to Switzerland for treatment. Last month, she returned. And only in one month, She had fallen ill nine or ten times already. Whenever she was sick or in need, he would certainly set aside anything to be with her.
The Aiken family, second only to the powerful Griffin household in wealth, had spared no expense in getting Faye the best doctors. How could she still be sick after three years of treatment? What could be so urgent that it absolutely has to be him? It was obvious to Amanda—Faye’s constant hospital visits and importunate requests were nothing more than a ploy to keep Riley’s attention and draw him closer to her.
If even Amanda could see through this, how could Riley be so blind? Yet, step by step, he falls into the trap. The truth is clear—in Riley’s view, Faye Aiken's status is much heavier than Amanda, his wife.
Her heart aches at the thought. But then, from somewhere deep within, Amanda finds the courage to speak up, her hand clutching tightly at Riley’s arm.
“She’s able to call you, so that she’s not in critical condition. She’s been resting at home since she got back, surrounded by people who can care for her. She doesn’t need you there. You’re not a doctor.”
Amanda’s voice softened, her plea barely audible. “Riley, just this once, could you stay? Can you spend tonight with me?”
Riley closes his eyes for a moment, his voice cold when he speaks. “There's a life at stake, Amanda. You should put yourself in other people’s shoes .”
“But…” Apparently, Riley doesn’t want to listen to her, he quickly cuts her off, already heading toward the door.
She watches from the villa window as his car disappears into the night.
He doesn't even look back, Amanda thinks.A few months ago, Riley had gone to another country, negotiating a major acquisition deal. As his chief secretary, Amanda had stayed behind, managing the company’s day-to-day affairs with the board members. In truth, it had been over three months since they had last seen each other.
When the deal was finalized, Riley had been in an unusually good mood, which led him to accept Amanda’s invitation to celebrate their anniversary at the villa. It was a rare occasion, as their previous anniversaries had always been swallowed by work commitments.
But now, reflecting on it, Amanda found the situation painfully ironic. Riley had been here in person, but had his heart ever truly been with her? When Amanda spoke of her hopes for their future, was Riley thinking the same thing, or was his mind already consumed with thoughts of the “delicate” Faye Aiken?
Faye wraps her scarf tighter around her neck, walking up the dimly lit street. Her heels click softly on the tile floor, but her mind is loud. She stops in front of a closed chocolate store, stares at the window display through the streetlight without really seeing them.Is it jealousy? Maybe. Maybe it always has been.She and Amanda—same age, same high school, even fell in love with the same boy—Riley. But they’ve always been different.Faye grew up in a world of chandeliers and silk curtains. Her family name opened doors. People remembered her—smiling in glossy magazines, wearing designer dresses at charity balls.Many people tried to please her, not because of who she was, but because of the family she came from. Her family was rich, powerful, and well-known, and that alone was enough to attract attention. Some flattered her with fake smiles, others offered favors without b
Riley turns his head, looks through the rain-blurred window. The bar sign glows red against the wet sidewalk this time.He can still hear the low thrum of music leaking through the walls, the chatter, the laughter.But he doesn’t go back in.There’s nothing left to say. Not tonight.Of course, he wants to know more about Amanda, about her trip, about...that guy.But he lost the right to ask a long time ago. Still, another name slips into his mind—Lily Edwards. Shawn’s sister. And Amanda’s friend.He wonders if she’d be willing to talk. About that man. About the things Riley half-heard at the bar. Something about an online store. Something about fragrance?He realizes now—he really didn’t pay attention.He’s just not good at it. Not when love’s involved.His fingers twitch near his phone.Text Lily?Ask?He almost laughs at himself.What would he even say?Hey. It’s Riley. Long time no see. Mind telling me who the guy in her photo is? And what’s up with the perfume thing?No. Stupid.
It came back to him the day she gave him back the necklace—the old one, the so-called lucky charm from his childhood—something clicked.Their first real meeting wasn’t that banquet. It was way before. He was just a kid then. She was too.That was a party, too. His birthday party.She was terrified—lost in the garden alone.He saw her from a distance, the little girl in the blue dress standing by the fountain at the start of the birthday party.But he didn’t say anything at that time, just gave her a tissue and left that pendant behind, told her it’d keep her safe.But what stuck harder than that was college. The debate.Rex had dragged him there.Rex, with his latest crush on some girl from the debate team. Shawn came too, for the laughs.
Amanda never imagined forever with Riley. She never expected anything. Not even a happy ending.But in every moment she looked at him, she gave him her whole heart.She loved him with everything she had, even when she knew it might not lead anywhere.So no, she doesn’t regret loving Riley.Not because he was rich and handsome. Not because he was capable.But because she was brave. Because she had the experience to love one person with her whole heart.She fought to be near him—got into a top university, studied harder than anyone, threw herself into internships and meetings and all the chaos of corporate life.She built herself up. For him. For love.And now—those things, that strength, that experience—no one can take that away from her.So whatever Riley
Tears slip down his face, catching the light in soft glimmers.Amanda stares at them for a while, her chest hollowing out like the air’s been punched from her lungs. The fatigue crashes in, the kind that comes after running too long, too hard.Years of holding in emotions, all the unsaid things—they finally have a reason to spill.“So you can be scared,” she murmurs. “You can cry... like a normal person.”She exhales, almost a laugh. For the first time tonight, Amanda smiles, genuinely.It’s not wide. But it’s real.“You actually look better like this,” she says. “Way better than that perfect version of you everyone’s scared of.”Something shiny catches her eye.A ring.Her heart stutters.
The wind hit the windshield hard, the fallen leaves drawing slow, tired arcs—tick, tick, tick—like a countdown.Amanda stops breathing for a second.She’s never seen Riley like this before. Not the man with all the answers, all the power. This one is messy. Exposed. Human.“I never forget,” he says, softer now. “When I was eleven, at that party at the manor—I saw you first. You were by the fountain. Blue dress. Alone. Like a painting someone forgot to hang.”Amanda blinks. Her heart trips over itself.“The debate competition, you were the leader,” he says, wiping his face with a shaky hand. “The light from the stained glass windows landed right on you. I was standing in the back, just watching.”His voice turns quiet. Almost fragile. “Looking back... I think that was the moment. I j
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