Amelia’s POV I was so scared seeing how Raymond stared at me like a prey he was ready to devour. I plastered myself against the wall, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice as I pleaded with him, telling him that I wasn’t interested in the job anymore.Chills ran down my spine as he stalked me, I kept my back to the wall and continued watching him like a cornered mouse as we faced off against each other.“You got the job already, Amelia. All you have to do is give me what I want and I will do the same too,” he said.I stared at him, unable to keep the disdain off my face and voice as I vehemently shook my head. I took a quick glance at the door, wondering if I would be able to make it to the door without him catching me. He must have guessed what I was doing as I tried to calculate the odds. He yelled at me angrily, telling me that I was making him feel like a bad person. He approached me but I moved away from the door and hurriedly moved back away from him. He did not stop coming

Amelia's POVWe were the only ones in the elevator, so I asked her, "Why did you stop me from going back inside? I heard mom sobbing.""Because…""Blaire." "She was clearly crying because of what… you know… what happened with the jerk whose name we shall not mention.""Exactly, I guessed so, Blaire. Which was why I wanted to go back in and comfort her and assure her that you are not.""But you are not, Amelia. And they know it. And they feel guilty, your mom especially. This recent incident must have made them feel even more worse. To them, they probably feel like a burden, like they are holding you back or down. And this… incident with the jerk whose name we shall not mention is and will most likely weigh heavily on their heart. It was clear the way they were trying to get you to go back to Florida. Just let them process this on their own, it would be better that way."She had been talking while staring at the floor, but when she looked up, she saw the lone tear rolling down my righ

Eddie’s POVI was so tired and needed to rest but I have to make sure Chloe had something to eat before retiring for the day. I went to the kitchen and prepared a simple meal for her, spaghetti and chicken. I served her the food with shaky hands, hoping she would find no fault in it and watched as she ate to her fill. When she was done, I took her to her room, helped her with her assignments, bathed her and dressed her up in her pajamas so that she could sleep early.She told me that it was too early to sleep and that she wanted to play some games and also watch some cartoons. I explained to her that dad had an hectic day at work and needed to rest but she insisted that I should play the games with her. I finally gave in to her request when she was about to cry. I watched as she was busy playing for hours and finally she got tired and slept off. I was so happy when I found her sleeping on the floor. I carried her gently and laid her on the bed. I closed the door gently to avoid waking

Amelia’s POVJust when I was about to lie down and sleep, Mr James started calling my number repeatedly. I angrily switched off my phone and tossed my phone away. I found my pillow and then laid back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Blair returned back to the room some hours later with a tray containing food and drinks. I told her to eat without me, explaining that I was fine but she insisted that I had a bite of the food. I finally gave in, stood up to eat. My mood brightened a bit as we ate. Just as a good medical practitioner, Blair was able to counsel me properly on what happened to me earlier and I was thankful that I had someone like her as my best friend.We continued discussing and then started talking about her wedding dress. She told me that she would be going to check their wedding hall the next day and then asked me if I would accompany her to the place. I agreed to go with her to check the place and as I switched on my phone to show her some other wedding gown

Eddie’s POVDisappointment settled over me like a leaden cloak when I heard that Amelia wasn’t going to accept the job. “Amelia isn’t coming back,”James' words echoed in my mind. I couldn't just sit there wallowing. Just then an idea, fueled by desperation and a flicker of hope, sparked in my mind. I instructed James to send Amelia a portion of her first salary, a silent plea for reconciliation.He sent the money to her and I was hopeful that she would call or text James when she received the payment but all I received was silence. The silence amplified my anxiety. Finally, James turned to me and blinked rapidly before talking to me. "She received it," he said, his voice hesitant. "But... no reaction." “No thank you, no call, just silence,” he added. The air in the room seemed to thin, suffocating me. Anger flared, hot and immediate.I was so furious but then the anger cooled, replaced by a cold dread. Had he pushed her away so far she wouldn't even consider a bridge?I told Jame