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The crystal chandeliers of the Grand Orion Hotel glowed above the crowd, casting gold across silk gowns and tailored suits. Laughter echoed through the ballroom, champagne glasses clinked softly, and cameras flashed toward the stage where the powerful elites of the city gathered.
At the center of it all stood Amelia Hart.
Or rather—
Mrs. Amelia Vale.
A gentle smile rested on her lips as she adjusted the diamond bracelet on her wrist, trying to ignore the strange tightness in her chest. Tonight marked the fifth anniversary of Vale Corporation’s success after its expansion overseas.
And also—
Five years of marriage to Damian Vale.
Her fingers unconsciously drifted toward the small paper bag hidden beneath the table beside her seat.
Inside was a pregnancy test.
Positive.
Amelia still couldn’t fully believe it.
After years of hoping, praying, crying quietly in hospital bathrooms after every failed attempt… she was finally carrying Damian’s child.
A soft smile touched her lips again.
Maybe this child would change things.
Maybe Damian would finally let her in completely.
Maybe their cold marriage could finally become a real one.
“Mrs. Vale.”
Amelia looked up quickly as one of the staff approached nervously.
“Mr. Vale asked me to tell you the board members are ready for the toast.”
“Ah… thank you.”
She stood carefully, smoothing her silver dress before making her way through the glamorous crowd. People greeted her politely, but Amelia noticed the usual distance in their eyes.
To them, she was only the CEO’s wife.
Beautiful.
Elegant.
Replaceable.
Not one of them knew how much she had sacrificed for Damian.
The sleepless nights.
The abandoned scholarship abroad.
The endless loneliness inside their mansion.
Amelia swallowed quietly and stepped closer to the VIP section.
Then she froze.
Her breath caught painfully in her throat.
Standing beside Damian was a woman dressed in red satin, her hand lightly resting on his arm as she laughed softly at something he said.
Vanessa Cole.
The daughter of one of Vale Corporation’s investors.
But Amelia barely noticed Vanessa’s face.
Because around her neck—
Was the diamond necklace Damian had personally placed around Amelia’s neck on their third wedding anniversary.
The one he had said belonged only to his wife.
The room suddenly felt unbearably hot.
Amelia’s fingers tightened around her clutch bag.
“No…” she whispered faintly.
Damian finally noticed her standing there.
His expression instantly turned cold.
Not guilty.
Not surprised.
Cold.
Vanessa slowly smiled before touching the necklace deliberately.
“Oh,” she said sweetly, “Mrs. Vale, you’re here.”
Amelia stared at Damian.
“Why is she wearing that necklace?”
Silence.
The nearby guests began paying attention.
Whispers slowly spread through the ballroom.
Damian’s jaw hardened slightly.
“It suits her better.”
The words struck like a slap.
Amelia felt her heartbeat stumble painfully.
“Damian…”
Before she could continue, another voice suddenly cut through the crowd.
“Mr. Vale!”
One of the hotel staff hurried forward holding a tablet nervously.
“We found this in the VIP lounge…”
He turned the screen toward Damian.
Amelia’s blood turned ice cold.
Displayed clearly on the screen were photographs of Amelia entering a private room earlier that evening with another man.
The angle looked intimate.
Suspicious.
Manipulated.
But horrifyingly believable.
The crowd erupted instantly.
“She cheated?”
“So the rumors were true…”
“No wonder Mr. Vale brought Vanessa tonight…”
Amelia’s face lost all color.
“No— that’s not what happened!”
Damian’s eyes darkened with something dangerous.
“Enough.”
His voice was low.
Controlled.
Terrifying.
Amelia stepped toward him desperately.
“Someone set me up. Damian, please just listen to me—”
“Listen?” he repeated coldly.
For the first time that night, real emotion flashed across his face.
Anger.
Humiliation.
Disappointment.
“You disappear during my company gala,” he said quietly, “then get caught sneaking around with another man?”
“I didn’t—”
“You embarrassed me.”
The entire ballroom had fallen silent now.
Hundreds of eyes watched Amelia like hungry spectators waiting for a public execution.
And Damian gave it to them.
He reached into his suit jacket.
Then threw several papers onto the table in front of her.
“Sign the divorce papers, Amelia.”
Gasps filled the room.
Amelia stared down at the documents with trembling hands.
Her vision blurred.
“Damian…” her voice cracked softly. “You can’t be serious.”
“I already signed.”
Her chest tightened so painfully she could barely breathe.
Five years.
Five years of loving him.
Waiting for him.
Defending him.
And he discarded her in front of everyone like she meant nothing.
Vanessa’s lips curled slightly beside him.
Amelia suddenly understood.
This wasn’t anger.
This was humiliation.
Carefully planned humiliation.
Her hand slowly moved toward her stomach beneath the table.
A child.
Their child.
And Damian had no idea.
Tears burned her eyes, but Amelia forced herself not to cry.
Not here.
Not in front of these people.
Not in front of him.
The ballroom felt suffocatingly silent as she picked up the pen with shaking fingers.
Damian watched her expressionlessly.
But for some reason
The moment Amelia signed her name, an unfamiliar unease settled deep inside his chest.
“Amelia!”The sound of Damian’s voice echoed through the apartment with a panic nobody had ever heard from him before.Sophie gasped.Nathan froze.And Adrian immediately lifted Amelia into his arms as her body went limp against him.“Move.”His calm tone cut sharply through the chaos.Years of medical training instantly took over.Adrian carried her carefully toward the couch while Sophie rushed to clear space.Damian followed closely behind, every muscle in his body tight with fear.Real fear.The kind that made his heartbeat violent and irrational.“Why did she faint?” he demanded.Adrian ignored him at first, checking Amelia’s pulse quickly.Her skin felt cold.Too cold.And her breathing was uneven.“Amelia,” Adrian called softly. “Can you hear me?”No response.Damian’s chest tightened so painfully it almost hurt to breathe.“This is because of the stress,” Adrian muttered grimly.Sophie looked panicked. “Is the baby okay?”The question hit Damian like lightning.The baby.His c
The words slammed into Damian like a physical blow.“Don’t touch her.”For a second, nobody moved.Amelia’s body trembled weakly in Adrian’s arms, her face pale enough to terrify everyone in the room.“Move aside,” Damian said coldly.Adrian ignored him completely.“Get water,” he told Sophie calmly. “And call the nearest clinic.”Sophie snapped out of her shock immediately and rushed toward the kitchen.Damian’s jaw tightened violently.The sight before him ignited something ugly inside his chest.Another man holding Amelia.Protecting her.Touching her like it was natural.And the worst part?Amelia wasn’t resisting.Years ago, Damian would’ve dismissed the feeling as irritation.Tonight, it felt dangerously close to jealousy.“She’s my wife,” Damian said sharply.Adrian finally looked up.“No,” he answered calmly. “She’s a pregnant woman under severe emotional stress.”The emphasis on pregnant made the room heavier instantly.Damian’s expression darkened.“I know she’s pregnant.”“
Amelia’s heartbeat stopped for a second.No.Not now.Not tonight.Sophie looked between the door and Amelia in confusion before opening it wider.Standing outside was a tall man dressed in a dark coat, rainwater still glistening faintly on his shoulders. His sharp features carried the calm confidence of someone completely in control of himself.But his eyes—The moment they landed on Amelia, they softened instantly.“Amelia.”Her throat tightened unexpectedly.It had been years since she last saw him.Yet Adrian Cross still looked exactly the same.Warm.Steady.Safe.Sophie blinked. “You know him?”Amelia slowly stood from the couch.“Yes.”Adrian stepped inside after Sophie moved aside cautiously.The apartment suddenly felt smaller with his presence.His gaze carefully swept over Amelia’s pale face, swollen eyes, and exhausted posture.The warmth in his expression disappeared immediately.“What happened?”The simple question nearly broke her.Because unlike Damian—Adrian noticed
Damian Vale did not sleep that night.By three in the morning, the entire top floor of Vale Corporation remained brightly lit while executives and assistants moved nervously through the hallways like soldiers preparing for war.Nobody dared ask questions.Nobody dared mention Amelia.But everyone could feel the tension radiating from Damian’s office.A glass shattered violently against the wall.Nathan flinched outside the door.Inside, Damian stood near his desk, breathing slowly as fragments of crystal scattered across the floor beside him.The investigator’s report remained open on his laptop.The photographs were fake.Edited.Manipulated.Every single one.Damian stared at the screen coldly, jaw tight enough to hurt.Someone had deliberately framed Amelia.And he—He had humiliated her publicly before even confirming the truth.His chest tightened unpleasantly.Again.That strange pressure had been growing stronger ever since she walked away from the gala.Damian hated it.He hate
For one terrifying second, Damian thought he misheard.The noise of the ballroom faded into the background.“What did you say?”On the other end of the call, the hotel manager sounded nervous.“Mrs. Vale collapsed near the west entrance. Security said she nearly fainted in the rain.”Damian’s grip around his phone tightened instantly.“Is she injured?”“We’re not sure, sir. By the time staff reached her, she had already left in a taxi.”“What?”His voice came out sharper than intended, causing nearby conversations to stop.Vanessa looked at him in confusion.“Damian?”He ignored her completely.“Where did she go?” he demanded into the phone.“We couldn’t stop her, sir.”Damian ended the call immediately.Something ugly twisted inside his chest.Anger.Not concern.Definitely not concern.Amelia always did this.Running away instead of explaining herself properly.Acting fragile whenever things became difficult.Yet despite the thoughts running through his mind, his feet were already m
The moment Amelia signed the papers, the ballroom erupted into whispers.Some people pitied her.Most enjoyed the spectacle.After all, scandals involving powerful families were entertainment for the rich.Amelia could practically feel their eyes burning into her skin as she placed the pen down carefully. Her signature looked shaky beneath Damian’s bold handwriting.A perfect reflection of their marriage.One controlled everything.The other broke quietly.Damian picked up the divorce papers without even glancing at her again.“Have my lawyer finalize everything tonight.”His cold instruction was directed at his assistant, Nathan Reed, who stood nearby looking visibly uncomfortable.“Yes, Mr. Vale.”Amelia stared at Damian for a long moment.She kept waiting.Waiting for him to look at her properly.Waiting for him to hesitate.Waiting for him to ask if she was okay.But he didn’t.Vanessa stepped closer to Damian’s side, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. Amelia noticed how n







