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As a student, studies have been so critical and plus...exams!!đđ Well I am very grateful for the constant reading and comments! Exams are done and dusted, and I am back with full energy, a lighter spirit and of course....my museđ Get ready for the upcoming scenesđ„, spicy 𫊠chapters, and yh....lots of interesting conflicts!đż I also want to use this opportunity to thank you all for your support and to say I LOVE YOU đ„čđ° Amyâs POV °The knock didnât come.The door just flew open like whoever was on the other side had misplaced the concept of manners entirely.âWhere the fuck is she?!âThe voice was sharp.The kind of voice that had never been told no and clearly didnât expect today to be the day.I straightened slowly, fingers still curled into fists , as my reflection stared back at me âŠ.. the towel secure in its place on my body, my hair damp, and my eyes steady.Jeremyâs fiancĂ©e stood in the doorway like a headline.Tall, perfect posture, hair that looked like it had never met humidity. She wore white , not soft white, but the aggressive kind that screamed I belong here.Her eyes landed on me.Paused.Then flicked down.Then back up again.Oh.I smiled.Not a big one. Just enough to be annoying.âIâm guessing youâre not looking for the towels,â I said.I didn't know who she really was, but in that moment, so much dislike for her had grown within me.Her brows pulled together. âExcuse me?âJeremy
°Amy's POV °The shower felt too good⊠too calm⊠too unlike the chaos in my head.The warm water, soft steam, and expensive soap that smelled like flowers I couldnât even name.I stepped out slowly, still thinking about, Grandma Lydia and how disappointed she'd be if she found out I'd left, she'd called me ungrateful maybe, and about MiaâŠ. and Christian, I thought of the happy look on Eliâs face as he ran upstairs with the maids, I thought about this mansion, about Jeremy, about the stupid way my chest tightened whenever he looked at me like he still owned pieces of me.I wrapped myself in the towel the maid had left for me earlierâŠ..it was fluffy and warm, almost swallowing me.But my hair was dripping down my shoulders, little drops of water trails sliding down my back.Everything felt⊠too open, and for a moment, too exposed.I was reaching for the robe whenâŠ..The door clicked.I froze, spinning around like if I didn't I was gonna get harmed or something.Then Jeremy stepped insid
° Amy's POV°The mansion was massive.Not just âbigâ⊠but the kind of big that makes you stop for a second and question whether youâre supposed to walk inside or admire it from a distance like a tourist. The walls looked too clean, the windows too shiny, the steps too polished. I wasnât sure which one made me feel smaller âŠâŠ the size or the perfection.I held Eliâs hand tighter than usual. He didnât mind. He was staring at everything with the kind of wide-eyed excitement only a five-year-old could have, taking it all in like this was the Fairy Land he always talked about.Honestly⊠I couldnât blame him.The servants swung the huge doors open at the exact same moment, like theyâd practiced it a hundred times. Even the sound of the door opening echoed softly through the entrance hall.Jeremy walked in first.Of course he did.He loosened his tie as he moved, not even bothering to look around like the place wasnât trying to scream âlook how expensive I amâ in every direction.He paused h
°Amy's POV ° I blinked twice, but she still wasnât there. Honestly, no one was. Just the echo of my own thoughts doing laps in my head like they had nowhere else to be. Maybe I was paranoid. Maybe I was scared for her. Maybe both. She had people though she was an orphan, cousins, aunties that showed up with too much perfume and too many questionsâŠ.but somehow I always ended up being the one who actually got her. The one sheâd sit with in silence without feeling weird. The one she didnât hide things from. Or⊠apparently she did. And I couldâve forgiven a lot of things. I couldâve swallowed the truth, even if it tasted like burnt betrayal. But telling me now? Telling me at the exact moment when believing her became the hardest thing in the world? Too late. Way too late. I hated the fact that my chest actually hurt thinking about it. And yeah, some tiny, messy part of me wished something awful would just happen to her so the anger would make more sense. So it wouldn
I'm very sorry for the infrequent chapter updates! As a student, studies have been so critical and plus...exams!!đđ Well I am very grateful for the constant reading and comments! Exams are done and dusted, and I am back with full energy, a lighter spirit and of course....my museđ Get ready for the upcoming scenesđ„, spicy 𫊠chapters, and yh....lots of interesting conflicts!đż I also want to use this opportunity to thank you all for your support and to say I LOVE YOU đ„čđ
° Amyâs POV °The house felt strange the second they left.Too quiet. Too light. Too⊠empty in a way I didnât want to admit.I stood there in the doorway for a long time, longer than made sense. I didnât call out, I didnât run after them, I didnât even blink properly. I just⊠froze, like my body hadnât caught up with what my mind already knew.He left.With Eli.And I let him.It wasnât bravery, it wasnât trust. It was just that I didnât have anything left inside me to fight with. Not after the words weâd said, not after the look on Jeremyâs face when he realized I wasnât going to beg.I walked back into the house slowly, shutting the door behind me. The click echoed softly. I leaned on it for a second, my forehead resting against the wood, and I finally breathed. A long, shaky one that felt like it came from somewhere in my spine.I was supposed to cry now.Break down.Fall on the floor.Do the whole dramatic collapse thing like in the movies.But nothing came.I just felt tired, the







