Mag-log inAmelia pov
Damian's expression changed,the slight tightening of his jaw,the coldness settling deeper into his eyes. The dangerous stillness,something about the message had upset him. She folded her arms. "Well?" Damian extended his hand. "Give me the phone." Lily laughed. "No." His gaze hardened. "Lily." "Don't call me." Lily said. She stepped closer. "Answer the damn question." Damian remained silent,the tension in the room grew heavier, servants wisely disappeared. Nobody wanted to be caught in the middle of this. Especially not when Lily was involved she shoved the phone toward him. "Look at it." Damian took the phone. His eyes scanned the photograph. His expression darkened,a dangerous look crossed his face. One I had never seen before. The sight surprised me. Damian looked genuinely angry. "Oh?" She raised an eyebrow. "So you didn't send it." She said, "I didn't." Damian said. The answer came without hesitation and I kind of believed him. The message felt cruel,designed specifically to hurt me. Damian could be cold,but he wasn't cruel,at least not intentionally. Lily wasn't convinced. "Then who did?" Damian looked down at the screen again. His eyes narrowed. "I'll find out." The statement sounded less like a promise and more like a threat. A chill ran down my spine. Lily, however, remained unimpressed. "You should have thought about that before handing her divorce papers." Lily said. My gaze returned to the image,I couldn't stop thinking about it. Four days ago, I had been excited about tonight,I spent hours choosing decorations,I was trying to save my marriage. Meanwhile, Damian was smiling beside Sophia. The humiliation burned,I took the phone from Lily and deleted the message. I didn't want to see it anymore. Lily frowned. "Why delete it?" She asked. "Because it doesn't matter." I replied. Both Lily and Damian looked at me. "It doesn't matter." I repeated myself. The photograph changed nothing,the divorce papers were still sitting on the table and my marriage was still ending. The outcome remained exactly the same. Exhaustion settled over me emotionally. The one that appears after years of fighting a battle you were never going to win. I looked at Damian. "Do you want me to sign tonight?" I asked A brief silence followed. His gaze met mine before lowering to the papers. "That's your decision." He said. Every major decision in our marriage belonged to him but tonight, suddenly, I had a choice. Lily squeezed my shoulder. "You don't have to decide now." I appreciated the support but my heart already knew the truth. Keeping the marriage wouldn't make Damian love me and delaying the divorce wouldn't change anything. Some endings simply couldn't be avoided. Slowly, I reached for the pen lying beside the documents. Lily stopped speaking and just stared. I stared at the signature line. Amelia Hart Blackwood,a name I carried proudly. I lowered the pen and signed. The scratching sound seemed unnaturally loud. When I finished, I placed the pen down. And just like that,three years ended. I pushed the documents toward Damian,he looked down at my signature. Lily wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "We're leaving." Lily said. This time, I nodded,there was nothing left for me here,no reason to stay. I turned away from Damian. The movement felt strangely liberating. As though invisible chains were finally breaking. Halfway to the doorway, Damian suddenly spoke. "Amelia." He called out. My footsteps stopped automatically. I turned around. "What?" I said. Damian Blackwood never hesitated but now, he seemed unable to find the words. Eventually, he simply said, "Take care of yourself." The statement stunned me because it was the closest thing to concern he had shown in years. A bitter smile touched my lips. "You too." I said and left. Outside, the night air felt cold against my skin. Lily guided me toward her car,I was halfway inside when my phone rang again. The unknown Number again. "Don't answer." Lily said. Something made me pause,a strange feeling of curiosity I answered. "Hello?" Nobody spoke,then a woman's voice drifted through the line. A voice I recognized immediately from interviews and television appearances. Sophia Laurent,a chill ran through me. "Mrs. Blackwood." The title sounded deliberate,like she was mocking me. I gripped the phone tighter. "What do you want?" I asked A gentle laugh came from the other end. "I wanted to congratulate you." "On what?" I asked She chuckled softly. "On finally signing the divorce papers." She said, Lily's expression changed instantly because she could hear Sophia's voice through the speaker,but Sophia wasn't finished. Her next words sent ice through my veins. "Although..." "I should probably thank you for giving him back to me." The line went dead,I stared at the phone speechless. A terrifying question entered my mind. How did Sophia know I had signed the divorce papers... Only minutes after it happened?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







