LOGINXavier’s POV
I sat in the large study of the Aprilio residence, but the atmosphere brought me no comfort at all. The crystal chandelier glittered on the ceiling, its shadows cast over the long table piled high with documents. Yet my mind could not focus on the reports before me.
In front of me, Jefri—my right hand—stood pale and trembling. His voice shook.
“Forgive me, Sir. I failed my duty. I lost the Madam.”
I slowly raised my head. My gaze cut through him, making him swallow hard in fear.
“How could you be so foolish? So many guards in this house, and not a single one is useful!”
My cold tone split the air. The sound of my shoes tapping against the marble floor made the men waiting outside stiffen all at once.
Jefri bowed lower. “Madam suddenly regained awareness and went out by herself. While everyone was distracted, she slipped away. We only realized after checking the C
Xavier's POVI fell silent. That word home echoed in my head longer than it should have. I didn’t reply, just stood there watching her back, fragile yet strong at the same time.When she turned around, our eyes met again. We didn’t need to say anything. In that gaze was an unspoken promise that whatever lay ahead secrets, pain, or storms we’d face it together.Amelia took a deep breath, then said softly, “I want to write again.”I smiled. “Good. Start today.”“Can I use your study room?”“Of course.”She walked toward the study, and I stood in the living room, watching her steady steps. There was something in the way she opened the door — like someone finally brave enough to step back into her own life.I let her be for a while. Soon, the faint sound of typing came from behind the door — soft, steady, like the rhythm of a person who’d fina
Xavier's POVMorning came with gentle light slipping through the curtains. The scent of wet earth lingered from last night’s rain, adding a calm rarely felt in this house. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling the warmth of sunlight on my face—and another kind of warmth beside me. Amelia was still asleep, wrapped in the blanket, her face peaceful.The birds in the trees chirped softly, as if they too were celebrating the stillness of that morning. Amelia was still sitting on the park bench, her fingers playing with the handle of her cup, now gone cold. I watched her from the side, noticing how the sunlight filtered through her messy hair, casting a soft golden hue across the strands.I had never seen her this calm before. Usually, there was something in her eyes—wariness, fear, or the weight of something she was trying to hide. But this morning was different. There was a quiet peace between us, fragile but rea
Xavier's POVAmelia gave a faint, almost broken smile. “You always say that.”“Because it’s what I believe,” I replied softly. “I don’t want you to carry everything by yourself anymore.”She didn’t respond. But this time, Amelia opened the door and stepped inside. I followed, making sure she was all right. The sound of the rain outside faded, replaced by the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the rhythm of our breathing.Amelia sat on the edge of the bed, staring toward the window. The dim light made her skin appear pale, but in her eyes, there was something different—not just exhaustion, but a mixture of surrender and courage.I sat beside her, watching in silence. “You don’t have to be strong tonight,” I said quietly. “If you want to cry, just cry.”She shook her head. “If I start crying, I’m afraid I won’t be abl
Xavier's POV“Xavier…” Amelia's voice was soft, barely audible.“Hm?”“I don’t know where to start.”“Start wherever you can,” I said gently. “I’m here. I’ll listen to everything.”She took a deep breath, then looked out the window. The rain reflected the garden lights, making her face appear dim—like a shadow about to fade away.“I used to think the only way to escape the past was to leave,” she said. “I left home, left him, left everything that made me feel like I couldn’t breathe. But it turns out, running away never really solves anything.”I stayed silent, watching her. Her voice trembled, but she kept speaking, as if she had finally given up fighting herself.“When I married you, I thought I just needed a safe place. I never thought you’d actually care. Because before
Xavier’s POVI shook my head, meeting her gaze. “They’re angry because they care, Amelia. But I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”Amelia didn’t reply. She just stared at the floor, her lips trembling silently. Under the dimming afternoon light, her face looked fragile — like someone trying to hold the world together while it crumbled over her shoulders.I took a deep breath, searching for the right words — but there were none. Nothing could truly comfort someone who had just been judged by their own family.“I just…” her voice cracked, “…didn’t think Mom would say those things in front of you.”I stepped closer, raising my hand to touch her cheek, but she instinctively stepped back. That small movement hit me like a blade — a distance suddenly formed between us, not out of deceit, but from wounds too deep to hide.“Amelia,&rdquo
Xavier's POVMy eyes shifted back to the letter on the table — the letter that had nearly destroyed everything last night. The paper was faded, the ink slightly smudged at the bottom. Every word was carved deep into my memory — words of regret, fear, and confession she had hidden for so long.I picked it up carefully, reading it once more as if afraid I had missed something.“I don’t want you to drown because of my past.But I can’t pretend anymore.I’m tired.”I closed my eyes and took a long breath. Tired — that word lingered like a weight on my tongue, and I could feel the depth of it. How long had Amelia carried everything alone? And now, after hearing the truth from her this morning, I could only ask myself: how did I not see it sooner?I stood, walked toward the bookshelf, and took out an old photo album that had been tucked away for years. Inside were pictures &m







