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Skylar I sat still, my eyes locked on Amelia as her lips curved into that sly smile of hers. Then she chuckled softly, almost mockingly.“I guess Cole never told you about Luciana?”She leaned back comfortably as if she owned the room. “Why would he? You know Skylar, you’ve always been one who can be so easily deceived. Did you really think that Cole had no past? That he was some 'perfect man' before he met you?” she scoffed. “Even you had Ethan as your boyfriend… why in the world did you think Cole wouldn’t also have his own past? Did you really believe he was a virgin saint?”Her words made some questions start roaming in my mind. Cole already knew about my past with Ethan, but I had never heard him mention any woman from his own past. He had never once spoken of someone he dated or courted before me.My chest tightened. Could what Amelia be saying have some truth to it? Or was she here, like always, to manipulate and twist things?I frowned at her, trying to stop my thoughts from

Skylar“Where did you hear that name from?” Cole’s voice was low… almost too calm.My throat tightened as I swallowed hard. I couldn’t tell him the truth—not now. I needed him to first open up on his own.“I… I heard you,” I said. “When I was being taken to the ER, you… you called me that name.”Cole's expression stiffened like he had turned into stone. He didn’t say a word. The thick and heavy silence stretched until finally, he moved his lips.“Forget about that name,” he said flatly.The room instantly felt colder at once. I wet my lips and forced myself to ask in a soft and almost pleading tone.“Who… who is really Luciana to you, Cole?”I wanted him to trust me. I wanted him to say something—anything—that would give me his side of the story. I wanted him to open his heart to me, not shut me out the way he had done too many times before.But his hand moved to the almost-empty food flask. He closed it with a sharp snap and placed it aside. His eyes didn’t meet mine as he repeated,

Skylar I watched Cole’s face as silence filled the room. His lips parted, but no sound came out. His eyes widened, frozen on me as if I had just uttered the most unthinkable thing in the world.But even with that stunned look, even with the disbelief etched on his face, I did not waver. My heart had already hardened. My eyes stayed cold as I looked at him, because if I allowed myself to break now, I knew I would never be able to say those words again.Then, finally, I heard his voice.“No.”It was low, almost a whisper.I blinked, my lips parting slightly, but before I could ask, he repeated it again, louder this time, his jaw tight with determination.“No.”He pushed himself up from the chair beside my bed, his body trembling with suppressed emotion. He ran his fingers through his hair, pacing once before turning back to me. His chest rose and fell rapidly.“A divorce?” His voice cracked. “You can just mutter that out so easily? Skylar, do you even know what you’re saying?”He conti

ColeI gripped the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles turned pale. I couldn’t get Skylar’s words out of my head.When I arrived my destination, I slammed the car door shut, walked up to the apartment, and pressed the bell.The door opened, and Amelia stood there, smiling warmly. “Cole, you’re here. Come inside.”I stepped in without a word. The air inside was warm, filled with the faint scent of lavender.“What would you like to drink? Margo made—”“Why did you give Skylar the pictures and the video of me and Luciana?” I cut her off sharply.Her whole body froze. The smile instantly vanished from her lips.“I—” she stammered, unable to form a single sentence.I walked closer, step by step, my anger rising with every pace. “Answer me, Amelia. How could you do that? How could you go behind me and show Skylar those pictures knowing how fragile she was?”Her lips trembled. Tears instantly filled her eyes. At last, she spoke in a broken voice. “I’m sorry… I know I was wrong. I should

SkylarOne week later…I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I couldn’t sleep or eat; my mind was restless.This morning, as Cole walked through the door and sat by my bedside, trying to act calm and gentle as always, I finally snapped.“What is going on, Cole?” I demanded. “Tell me the truth. Don’t give me another excuse. What is really happening?”“Skylar—”“No!” I cut him off, my fists clenched tight against the blanket. “This isn’t what you promised me! You told me you’d bring me justice! You swore Amelia would pay for what she did to me, for what she did to our baby, to my father!” My eyes burned as tears pushed against them, but I refused to cry. “Then why hasn’t she been arrested yet?!”Cole let out a long sigh and rubbed his forehead like he was tired of my rants. That gesture alone made me feel like fire was spreading in my chest. “Skylar, please,” he said softly, almost pleading. “Calm down.”“Don’t tell me to calm down!” I snapped, pulling my hand away from his when he tried to h