LOGINDamian’s gaze remained fixed on Amelia.
Especially on the hand she had instinctively placed over her stomach.For one dangerous second, Amelia wondered if he knew.Then she lowered her hand.“What are you doing out here?” he asked.“Leaving.”
His expression hardened.“You’re coming home with me.”
Amelia almost smiled,home.That word sounded absurd coming from him.
“I don’t think I have a home there anymore.”
“You’re still my wife.”
“Am I?”Damian went silent.
Amelia stepped closer.“Because tonight, I watched my husband introduce another woman as the mother of his child.”His jaw tightened.“Sophia and I”
“I don’t want an explanation.”
“You should hear me out.”
“No.”Her answer was immediate.For once, Damian looked genuinely surprised.
Amelia had spent years listening to him.Tonight, he could listen to her.
“I’ve defended you when people called our marriage a joke. I’ve made excuses for your absence. I’ve sat alone at dinners because you were always too busy. I convinced myself that you were simply incapable of showing affection.”She swallowed.“But I was wrong.”
Damian stared at her.“You weren’t incapable of loving someone.”Her voice became quieter.
“You just didn’t love me.”Something shifted in his expression.
“Amelia”
“Don’t.”
She stepped back.“I’ve already embarrassed myself enough tonight.”She turned toward the car.“Wait.”
His voice stopped her.Damian reached into his jacket and pulled out a document.
He held it toward her.“Then let’s end it properly.”Amelia looked at the papers.
Her stomach dropped.Divorce papers.She had imagined this moment countless times.She had imagined Damian begging her to stay.
She had imagined him finally admitting that he loved her.She had imagined everything except this.A cold smile touched her lips.“You brought them tonight?”“I knew you’d eventually ask for a divorce.”
“No.”She looked directly into his eyes.
“You knew I’d eventually get tired.”
Damian didn’t respond.Amelia took the papers.
Her fingers trembled slightly.She flipped through the pages.Everything was already prepared.Property division,financial settlement,confidentiality agreement.It was painfully efficient.Just like Damian.Then she reached the final page.Her eyes stopped.
Marriage dissolution agreement.She pulled the pen from the folder.Damian watched her carefully.“You don’t have to sign tonight.”
Amelia looked up.“Why?”He hesitated.
“I don’t want you making a decision while you’re emotional.”She almost laughed.“That’s the first thing you’ve said tonight that sounds like concern.”His expression darkened.“Amelia.”She signed,one page,then another.
Finally, she placed the pen down.“There.”
Damian stared at her signature.
Something unreadable crossed his face.“You’re really doing this.”
“Yes.”
“After five years?”
“You ended our marriage tonight.”
His eyes lifted.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
She handed the documents back.
Then she removed the small diamond bracelet he had given her on their third anniversary.She placed it on top of the papers.“I don’t want anything that came from you.”Damian looked at the bracelet.Then at her.“Where will you go?”Amelia paused.It was almost funny.After everything, that was what he wanted to know.
“Somewhere you can’t find me.”His expression changed.“You won’t disappear.”It wasn’t a question.Amelia smiled.“Watch me.”She walked toward the car.This time, Damian didn’t stop her.But just before she opened the door, his phone rang.He answered.“Yes?”
His assistant’s voice came through urgently.
“Sir, we have a problem.”Damian frowned.
“What problem?”
“The board discovered the old Carter account.”
Damian went completely still,His eyes shifted toward Amelia.“What did you say?”
“The Carter account. Someone accessed the files tonight.”His grip tightened around the phone.“Who?”
“We don’t know yet.”
A pause,then the assistant added quietly,“But whoever accessed it wasn’t looking for financial information.”Damian’s expression turned cold.“What were they looking for?”
“The marriage records.”
Amelia, who had only caught fragments of the conversation, turned around.Damian was already staring at her.
And for the first time that night, there was something dangerously close to fear in his eyes.Because someone had just reopened a secret their families had buried for five years.
Amelia read the message until the words blurred.He left you the evidence that could destroy the Vaughns.She called the number immediately,it was switched off.“Of course,” she muttered.She tried again, but the result was the same.Whoever had sent the message knew about her father’s company. They knew about the divorce agreement. Most disturbingly, they knew enough to warn her against signing it.She returned to her laptop and opened the dormant holding company’s registration details.The company had been established eleven years earlier, long before her father’s business collapsed. Its records showed almost no activity for years.Then, three months before her father’s death, a new director had been appointed.Richard Vaughn.Amelia went completely still.“Why would Damian’s father be involved in my father’s company?”She clicked through the available records, but the documents were restricted. To access the full file, she would need authorization from the company’s registered represen
Amelia arrived at Eleanor Price’s office ten minutes before their appointment,she had barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the documents on her laptop, the strange message about Damian’s inheritance, and her father’s face on that frozen video.Your marriage was never supposed to happen the way it did.What had her father meant?And why had he left instructions that could only be carried out after her marriage ended?“Mrs. Vaughn?”Amelia looked up.A woman in her late fifties stood in the doorway, holding a slim leather folder.“I’m Eleanor Price.”Amelia rose to her feet. “Thank you for seeing me.”“Of course. Please, come in.”The office was quiet and tastefully furnished. Eleanor gestured toward a chair before sitting opposite her.“I must warn you that your father’s instructions were unusually strict.”“I’m beginning to realize that.”Eleanor studied her for a moment.“Have you signed the divorce papers?”“No.”“Do you intend to?”Amelia thought of Damian standing in
Damian’s final words followed me long after I left the storage facility.She’ll discover why you married her, I hated that sentence.Not because I believed it, but because a small, unwelcome part of me wondered whether there was something I had never known about the man I had spent five years loving.I climbed into a taxi and gave the driver my address.My phone vibrated before we reached the main road.Damian: We need to talk,I stared at the message.Me: We already did,his reply came almost immediately.Damian: Not about this.Me: Whatever it is, you can tell your wife.Three dots appeared, disappeared, then appeared again.Damian: This isn’t about Sophia.I locked my phone.For five years, Damian had perfected the art of making me wait. Wait for his attention. Wait for an explanation. Wait for the smallest indication that I mattered,I was done waiting.When I reached my apartment, I locked the door behind me and placed my handbag on the table,the envelope was still there.So was the flash
Pain, perhaps.For once, I couldn’t tell what Damian Vaughn was feeling.And I didn’t care enough to ask.I slipped the envelope into my handbag and walked toward the exit.“Where are you going?” he asked.“Home.”“I’ll take you.”“No, thank you.”“Amelia, it’s late.”“And?”His jaw tightened. “Can you stop making everything difficult for five minutes?”I turned around slowly.“Everything difficult? You announced another woman’s pregnancy in front of an entire room full of people. You handed me divorce papers as if you were dismissing an employee. Now you show up here and expect me to climb into your car because you say so?”He said nothing.“I’m not your responsibility anymore, Damian. Remember? You made that very clear.”I continued toward the door.This time, he followed.“I’m not trying to control you.”“Then stop following me.”“Someone accessed my father’s old business records. Someone else sent me a message warning me about you. And now I find you in a storage facility connected to you
Amelia stared at the man in front of her“Destroy both families?” she repeated. “What does that mean?”The man glanced toward the entrance.“We don’t have time for this.”“Then make time!” Her voice cracked. “You appear out of nowhere, tell me my father knew this day would come, and expect me to leave without an explanation?”His expression softened, but only for a moment.“You have your father’s eyes.”Amelia frowned. “Don’t talk about my father as if you knew him.”“I knew him better than you think.”“Then tell me what happened to him.”The man looked down at the photograph in her hand.“Your father made a deal with Richard Vaughn. A deal that was supposed to protect their businesses and secure their families’ futures.”“Richard Vaughn is Damian’s father.”“I know who he is.”“Then what went wrong?”“Greed.”The answer came without hesitation.Amelia shook her head. “My father lost everything before he died. His company collapsed, his partners abandoned him, and people whispered that he’d
Amelia read the message three times.Someone is already waiting for you there,her first instinct was to call Damian,she hated that.Even after everything he’d done, he was still the person her mind reached for when something felt wrong.Her thumb hovered over his name,then she remembered the gala.Sophia’s hand on his arm,his announcement.The divorce papers,Amelia locked her phone.No,she wasn’t calling Damian,not this time.If someone wanted her to be afraid, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction,she grabbed her coat and slipped her phone into her handbag.Before leaving, she looked around the apartment,it was strange.She had spent years dreaming about having a place of her own,Now that she finally had one, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched.Amelia walked to the window,across the street, a black SUV was parked beneath a streetlight.Its engine was running,she couldn’t see the driver.Her stomach tightened,she stepped away from the window.Maybe it was nothing,maybe sh







