Mag-log inAmelia pov
The realization that I lost before the marriage even began settled heavily in my chest,strangely, it hurt less than I expected because I finally understood. Normally, I blamed myself,maybe I wasn't beautiful enough, I wasn't interesting enough or I wasn't enough. Now I knew the truth,it was never about me. Damian entered our marriage carrying another woman's name in his heart. How the hell was I supposed to compete with that? I couldn't,what words existed for a marriage like ours? A marriage built on obligation,a marriage held together by one person's love,a marriage already dead long before anyone admitted it. Finally, I looked down at the divorce papers. The pages felt heavier now as if they carried the weight of every disappointment from the last three years. "Does she know?" My voice sounded distant,almost detached. Damian frowned slightly."Know what?" "That you're still in love with her." His expression remained unreadable. "Yes,she knows," he said. Of course she knew,the answer shouldn't have surprised me. I wondered what it must feel like to be loved so completely,to be remembered after years apart,to have someone choose you over everyone else. I spent years trying to earn something Sophia had possessed effortlessly. The front door suddenly burst open. A loud voice echoed through the mansion. "WHERE IS HE?" I closed my eyes,Lily,right on schedule. Several startled servants appeared in the hallway,none of them seemed capable of stopping her. A few seconds later, she stormed into the dining room. Her dark hair was slightly messy and her eyes blazed with fury. She looked ready to commit several crimes. The moment she saw me crying, her expression changed. The anger disappeared and concern replaced it. "Oh, Amelia." She rushed toward me immediately. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around me. The hug nearly broke whatever composure I had left and I wanted to cry properly. Lily pulled back slightly and she noticed the divorce papers. Her eyes narrowed and she turned toward Damian. The room temperature seemed to drop. "You." Lily said but Damian remained completely calm. "Lily." Damian said. The fact that he even remembered her name annoyed her further. "You signed divorce papers on your anniversary?" Lily said. "Seriously?" Lily laughed an extremely unpleasant laugh. "You know what?" She nodded. "Good." The response surprised both Damian and me. Lily crossed her arms. "Do her a favor and leave faster." My eyes widened. "Lily." "No." Lily said. She pointed directly at Damian. "This man doesn't deserve you!" "Lily." I called her name again. "I've been saying that for years." Lily said Unfortunately, she wasn't wrong,Damian remained expressionless as always. I sometimes wondered if anything could affect him. Lily clearly wondered the same thing. "Do you even feel guilty?" She asked. Damian answered immediately. "Yes." The room went silent,even Lily looked surprised. Seems none of us expected that answer. "Good." She said, Then she grabbed my hand. "Pack your things." I blinked. "What?" "We're leaving." Lily said. My gaze shifted toward Damian,a strange expression crossed his face. "You're not..." Damian said. Both Lily and I looked at him. His gaze rested on me. "You don't need to leave tonight." The statement shocked me. The divorce papers were literally sitting between us but he wanted me to stay? Lily looked equally confused,then suspicious. "Why?" She asked. Damian's jaw tightened. "You can stay until the divorce is finalized." The explanation killed whatever confusion remained. Exactly like Damian,Lily rolled her eyes. "Oh, how generous." I almost smiled,my eyes wandered around the room. Every corner contained memories,which most of them painful. I looked back at the divorce papers,the empty signature line waited patiently. One signature,that was all it would take. One signature to end everything and the thought terrified me. As long as the papers remained unsigned, some tiny part of me could still pretend this wasn't happening. My phone vibrated and a message appeared. I barely glanced at it. The sender's name made my stomach tighten. It was an unknown number,normally, I would have ignored it. But for some reason,I opened it The attached image loaded slowly before it appeared on my screen. A photograph of Damian and Sophia together standing outside a restaurant smiling. His hand rested gently against her back. The date stamp at the bottom showed it was taken four days ago. While I was still busy buying anniversary decorations, I was still planning tonight's dinner. Another message appeared immediately. ‘You should stop embarrassing yourself,he never loved you.’ My fingers tightened around the phone. "What happened?" Lily asked. I couldn't answer,the humiliation hit harder than expected because whoever sent this knew exactly where to aim. Lily carefully took the phone from my hand,her eyes scanned the image. Her face darkened."Oh." "Oh, absolutely not." She said I knew that someone was about to suffer but unfortunately I wasn't sure who. Lily looked from the phone to Damian. "Interesting." Damian frowned. "What is it?" Lily's smile was terrifying. "Tell me something." She lifted the phone. "Would your precious Sophia happen to know how to use anonymous numbers?"Damian's POVI sat in my office for a long time after Grace hung up, the phone still sitting in my hand like I'd forgotten how to put it down.A kid. My kid.I ran through every possible way to feel about that and landed on something I hadn't expected,not triumph, not some quiet hope that this might pull Amelia back into my life. Just a strange, heavy kind of steadiness. Like something in me had been waiting for this news for longer than I realized.Marcus knocked and stepped in a few minutes later, my expression apparently giving something away."Sir? Is everything alright?""I need you to reach out to Amelia's office." I said. "Just a message asking if she has time to talk. Whenever it works for her."He studied me for a second. "Is this about the paternity story that's been circulating?""It's confirmed." I said. "Grace called this morning. It's mine."Marcus's eyebrows went up slightly, but he didn't say
Amelia's POVI ended up not calling him at all. I texted instead, just one line.‘Can I come over? It's important. I know it's late.’His response came back faster than I expected. ‘Yeah. Come now.’I drove over in sweatpants, no makeup, hair thrown up in whatever half-knot I could manage in under a minute, because this wasn't a conversation that needed me looking put together. If anything, looking put together would've felt wrong.He opened the door before I even knocked, like he'd been standing right there waiting."You look like something's wrong." He said, stepping aside to let me in."Results came back." I said, not even bothering to sit down first.His whole body went still. "Okay.""It's Damian's."He didn't say anything for a second. Just stood there in his kitchen, one hand braced against the counter, staring at some spot on the floor like he was trying to find the right place to put his eyes."Okay." He said again, quieter this time."I wanted to tell you tonight." I said. "
Amelia's POVI sat there staring at the email for a solid five minutes before I actually clicked it.Not because I was trying to build suspense for myself. I just genuinely couldn't make my hand move. Every time I told myself to open it, some other part of my brain threw up a wall, like not knowing yet was somehow safer than actually finding out.Eventually I opened it, because sitting there frozen wasn't going to change what the results said either way.The email had a secure link, some portal I had to log into with a code they texted me separately. I fumbled through it, typed the code wrong the first time, my hands not quite steady enough to get it right on the first try.The second time worked.The page loaded slow enough that I had a few extra seconds of dread before the actual document came up. A PDF. Clinical, formal, full of percentages and probability language that took me a second to actually parse.‘Probability
Amelia's POVAdrian called at seven. I let it ring twice before I picked up, mostly because I needed those extra few seconds to figure out what I was even going to say."Hey." I said."Hey." His voice was quiet. Not cold, exactly, but not his usual warmth either. "Can I come by?""Yeah. Of course."He showed up twenty minutes later, still in the clothes he'd probably thrown on the second he saw the headline, hair not properly combed, looking like a man who hadn't slept much the night before either.I let him in and we stood in my living room for a second, neither of us saying anything, the whole thing hanging there between us like something neither of us wanted to be the one to touch first."I saw the article." He said finally."I know.""Is it true?""Some of it." I said. "I'm pregnant. That part's true. The timing thing, I don't know yet. That's why I hadn't said anything."He nodded slowly, sitting down on the arm of my couch instead of the couch itself, like he wasn't sure yet whe
Amelia's POVI didn't tell Lily right away. I know how that sounds, given she's the one who called it before I even took the test. But there's a difference between "I think I'm pregnant" and "I might be pregnant with my ex-husband's baby three weeks before I marry someone else." One of those is exciting news. The other one felt like something I needed to sit with alone first, just so I didn't fall apart in front of anyone.I lasted two days.She showed up at my apartment Thursday night with takeout and a bottle of sparkling cider, clearly assuming we'd be celebrating."Okay," she said, setting the bags down on my counter, "so are we doing gender guesses already or is that too soon?""Lily."Something in my voice must've given it away, because she stopped unpacking the food and just looked at me."What."I told her everything. The ultrasound. The measurements. The math I'd run about six different times hoping it would come out differently. By the time I finished, she sat down at my kit
Amelia's POVI'd been throwing up for four mornings straight before I actually let myself think about what it meant.I told myself it was stress causing it. The wedding planning alone was enough to wreck anyone's stomach,caterers calling twice a day, Adrian's mother wanting input on flowers I didn't care about, Hart Global's board still adjusting to the idea that their president was about to become someone's wife again. Add the leftover exhaustion from Sophia's trial prep, and throwing up before breakfast felt almost reasonable.Lily didn't buy it for a second."You've been weird for two weeks." She said, dropping onto my office couch without asking. "Weird, tired. Weird pale. You didn't even finish your coffee yesterday, and you love that coffee more than most people.""I've had a lot going on.""Sure." She said, studying me. "When's the last time you had your period?"I opened my mouth to answer automatically, then stopped.I actually had to think about it."Oh, shit." I said quietl







