All Chapters of After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amelia’s POVWith that, Sienna turned on her heel and walked away. She didn’t look back once. Liam stood frozen for a moment, then reluctantly shuffled toward us.Rowan reached down and took his filthy little hand gently. "Come on, buddy. Let’s get you cleaned up."Liam’s lip jutted out in a stubborn pout. "You threw me and Mommy out like garbage, Daddy. Why did you do that?"Rowan blinked, caught off guard. His voice softened. "I’m sorry it felt like that, Liam. Your mommy… she did some things that weren’t good. I needed to protect myself."Liam narrowed his eyes, a look far too sharp for a boy of six. "Mommy said you’re the one who did bad things. How can I know who’s the liar?"Rowan hesitated, visibly stricken, then crouched down to look his son in the eye. "I promise you, Liam. In this house, nobody’s going to lie to you. Not ever again."Liam’s gaze flicked toward me, suspicious. He jabbed a dirty little finger in my direction. "Not even her? Mommy says she’s a liar and a cheat

Amelia’s POVWithin seconds, one of the feeders tossed a bright orange buoy into the pool, shouting, "Grab on!"I latched onto it desperately, coughing up salty water as the sea lions barked around me. My hands slipped on the slimy rope, but I held on for dear life. Two men pulled me toward the ledge with ease.Not even a minute later, I was back on solid ground, dripping from head to toe. My clothes and hair clung to me, heavy with water, slime, and the stench of rotting fish. The smell rose off me in waves, so foul I had to swallow hard not to gag.And of course, most people in the circle of onlookers had their phones out, filming. Perfect. Just perfect."I’m so sorry, ma’am! The floors are very slippery near the edge," one of the feeders said, his expression stricken."Not your fault," I muttered, forcing a tight smile before my gaze cut to Liam. He was standing oh-so-innocently at Rowan’s side, his big eyes round, lips pressed together to hide what looked suspiciously like a sm

Amelia’s POV"Alright, that’s it!" I snapped, my hands shaking with fury. "You did that on purpose!""No I didn’t!" Liam shot back. "It was an accident!""Accident?" I barked, stepping closer, my voice rising. "Just like yesterday’s ‘accident’, huh?! The goddamn fish water, Liam! You shoved me into that disgusting, stinky mess and laughed! Laughed!"Liam’s face twisted into a guilty pout. "I didn’t laugh!""Oh, don’t even try to deny it! And what about all the nasty things you’ve been saying ever since you moved in? Calling me names, making fun of my clothes, laughing at me in front of your dad!"He stared up at me with silent defiance. "This—this isn’t a game, Liam," I ranted on. "I went through hell at Sea World because of you, and now you destroy my work, my life, everything I touch!"He flinched, but his lip curled defensively. "I was just… joking!""Joking?!" I shouted, my voice cracking. "Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to deal with you? I’m not your enemy, Liam, but

Rowan’s POVLiam was still sniffling when Amelia stormed out. I sighed and crouched down beside him, handing him a tissue. "Hey, buddy… it’s alright. She didn’t mean to scare you."He nodded, lower lip trembling. "I just wanted to be nice, Daddy. I brought her coffee.""I know," I murmured, trying to believe it myself. "But next time, be more careful when you put it on her desk, yeah?"He nodded again, small and pitiful.When I turned back to Amelia’s desk, the sight made me groan. Her sketches—her painstaking work—were soaked through. I grabbed some tissues, trying to blot the mess, but only ended up smudging the ink further. "Damn it."Liam watched silently, guilt flickering across his features for half a second before disappearing. "It’s okay, Daddy. She can just draw new ones."I shot him a sharp look. "That’s not the point, Liam. You’ve got to be more careful. Amelia worked incredibly hard on these. You can’t just ruin them."He dropped his gaze. "Sorry…"My gut twisted. Amel

Amelia’s POVI woke up early the next morning. Liz was already in the kitchen, sipping her coffee and scrolling through her phone. When she saw me, she set her mug down and studied me."Sit," she commanded. "We’re not having you waltz in there looking like a sad little ex. We’re doing power-goddess mode."I gave a small, nervous laugh. "Liz, it’s just work—""It’s Rowan’s office. And trust me, nothing will sting him more than seeing you look like you’ve moved on." She snapped her fingers. "Sit. Hair. Makeup. Now."I obeyed. She worked fast and ruthlessly, curling my hair into sleek waves and applying makeup. A bold red lip and smoky eyes made my gaze look like it could cut glass. Then she leaned back, admiring her handiwork."There." She smirked. "That should do the trick. Now don’t let him get under your skin. Not a flicker of weakness, you hear?""I’ll try," I murmured.By the time I slipped into my fitted dress and heels, Rowan would’ve already left for the office. So I drove to