All Chapters of While Marrying Mr. Steele: Chapter 191 - Chapter 198

Amelia’s POV“Go fuck yourself,” I said.Sienna’s smile froze for half a second, then she tilted her head like she found it amusing. “Touchy.”I took a step forward, my hand shaking. “You think you can threaten me? You think you can walk into my life and—”“Relax, Amelia,” she said, stepping back. “You’ll make a scene.”“I’ll make more than a scene,” I said and lunged for her arm.But she moved fast, and faster than I expected. Her umbrella clattered against the pavement as she dodged me, heels scraping on the wet ground. I tried to grab her again, but she slipped out of reach, laughing like this was some kind of joke.“You should save your energy,” she said, already backing toward the corner. “You’re going to need it.”“Come back here!” I shouted, my voice breaking through the rain. “You don’t get to threaten me and walk away!”But she was already crossing the street, her silhouette shrinking under the dull glow of the streetlights. She turned once, still smiling. “Twenty-four hours,

Ethan’s POVSienna smiled like she’d just handed me a loaded gun. “That's all I'm going to say, handsome.” She winked at me and I frowned. Why the hell was she not giving up?And then she turned and walked out, swinging her hips from side to side.The door shut behind her, and the room went too quiet. I stood there for a full minute, staring at the door, my pulse still running ahead of me.‘Ask her where she was last night.’ What the hell was that supposed to mean?I sat down again, tried to read the email that had been open on my screen, but the words didn’t stick. The letters blurred together until they stopped meaning anything. I rubbed the back of my neck, leaned back in the chair, and stared at the skyline outside the window.Maybe she was lying. That’s what Sienna did, she lied, twisted things, made people doubt what they knew was true. But still.Amelia had been acting strange.The flinch that morning, the fake smile, was she cheating on me? I told myself to stop thinking like

Amelia’s POVI was filled with guilt. I didn’t sleep much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Leo’s face.The morning light made everything worse. The apartment looked too normal with the coffee machine humming, TV mumbling in the background, the smell of toast I didn’t eat. Ethan had gone to work early and as usual I was home alone. After a while, I stood up, grabbed my coat, and left. I had to see Dr Marks.At the station, the same officer from yesterday gave me a look like he recognized me but didn’t say anything. I told him I needed to see Dr. Marks. He made a quick call and waved me through.The visiting room was cold. Marks sat behind the glass, wearing a beige jumpsuit that made him look smaller somehow. He smiled when he saw me, like I’d just shown up for coffee instead of this.“You shouldn’t have come,” he said into the phone.“I had to.” I sat down. My fingers wouldn’t stay still. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”He gave a small shrug. “It’s already done.”“You didn’t kill

Ethan’s POVI hated hospitals.Hospitals always felt too bright. Sometimes they were too quiet in the wrong places and too loud in the ones that mattered.I sat on the hard plastic chair outside Amelia’s room, elbows on my knees, hands tangled in my hair. Every few seconds I looked at the door even though nothing changed. A nurse had told me she was stable, but “stable” wasn’t enough. Not when she’d passed out in my arms. Not when she’d said her stomach hurt.I checked my phone again. No messages. Just the faint smell of antiseptic.Footsteps came down the hall. I looked up and saw Detective Hale. He held a folder under his arm and looked like he hadn’t slept in days.“Sterling,” he said.I stood. “She’s okay. They said she’s okay.”“I know.” Hale nodded. “I spoke to the doctor. She’s under observation. They’re keeping her overnight.”Relief punched through me, but only halfway. “What about the baby?”Hale’s expression softened a little. “The OB team is working on that. They won’t kno