Lahat ng Kabanata ng After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Amelia’s POVI sat in the back of the taxi, my box of belongings wedged between my knees, and stared blankly out the window. My heart still hadn’t caught up with my brain.He said he loved me.After everything—after Sienna, the betrayal, the chaos—he had looked me in the eyes and told me he loved me.How could he say that now? How could he play with my feelings until I didn’t know what was real anymore?I pressed my forehead against the cool glass. "God, I just need to get away from him," I muttered to myself. "From all of it."When the taxi pulled over in front of my old office building, I climbed out, paid the driver, and froze.The place looked… completely different. The faded exterior was gone, replaced by sleek glass panels and a modern sign. Workers bustled in and out with boxes, drills, and rolls of design blueprints."What the…" I whispered under my breath. Was this Rowan’s doing?As I reached the hallway to my old office, a familiar voice floated over the noise of constructi

Amelia’s POVThe next morning, I was trying to balance in what could only be described as a half-collapsed downward dog, when Liz came in.She leaned against the doorway, watching me."Okay, I’m officially intrigued," she said, raising a brow. "What’s gotten into you, yoga girl?""Doctor’s orders," I muttered, peeking up at her from between my legs, my hair falling in a mess around my face.She burst out laughing. "Doctor’s orders? You mean Mr. Sexy Shrink?"I rolled my eyes, sitting back on my heels. "It’s Dr. Brooks, thank you very much. And yes, I saw him yesterday.""Oooh, so that’s what the new calm, glowy energy is," she said dramatically, taking a sip of her coffee. "What did he do? Hypnotize you? Whisper affirmations in a smooth, husky voice?""Very funny," I said, grabbing a cushion from the couch to throw at her. "No, he… actually helped. Kind of."Liz grinned. "Define kind of."I hesitated, trying to find the right words. "He made me realize I’ve been spending so much time

Amelia’s POVWhen I got to the office a little later, Tristan was there, sleeves rolled up, supervising the last of the renovations.As soon as he saw me, his face lit up. "Amelia, hey," he said, brushing the dust off his hands as he walked toward me.I felt my stomach tighten but remembered one of Dr. Brooks’ techniques. Pause. Breathe. Don’t react.So I stopped, closed my eyes for a brief moment, and focused on my breath. Slow, deep inhales, steady exhales. I pictured the air traveling through my body, grounding me.When I opened my eyes again, Tristan was staring at me, eyebrows raised. "You okay? What are you doing?""Breathing," I said simply.He blinked. "Oh. Right… breathing." He gave a small, uncertain laugh. "We’re all doing that, aren’t we?""Not always consciously," I replied, keeping my tone even.He tilted his head, amused. "Well, look at you. Zen master Amelia."When I finally felt centered, I looked him squarely in the eyes. To my surprise, the usual charge between us w

Amelia’s POVI blinked in pleasant surprise. "Dr. Brooks! I didn’t expect to see you here. You don’t really strike me as the… going-out type."He chuckled. "Even therapists have a life, Amelia. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t live entirely on herbal tea and introspection."I laughed softly. "That’s good to know. For what it’s worth, your advice has actually helped me. I’ve… been dealing with things better lately."His eyes softened, the corners crinkling behind his glasses. "I’m really glad to hear that. That’s all I ever hope for. Progress, not perfection."We kept chatting as he walked with me toward my booth. He was easy to talk to—grounded, calm. But the moment I looked up at my table, the air froze in my lungs.Sitting in the chair I was in just minutes ago… was none other than Rowan Lancaster.My heart started pounding uncontrollably. God, somehow this man had gotten even hotter since I’d last seen him. Or maybe that was just because I’d missed him so much. Because I’d been

Amelia’s POVRowan and I stood frozen just outside the front door of Ethan’s villa. The night air was cool, but my skin felt like it was on fire. I was still reeling from the shock of what we’d just walked in on. My best friend having sex. God. I would never unsee that, no matter how hard I tried.I’d thought we were rescuing her from some psycho’s kidnapping. But here she was, having a wonderful time with the man she’d sworn she wanted nothing to do with.That is… until we found out he was Rowan’s cousin.Liz spun around on Ethan, her face pale but her voice sharp. "You’re a LANCASTER?!"Ethan, completely unbothered, leaned against the doorframe like this was all perfectly normal. "Technically," he said with a careless shrug, "but not one of the famous, corporate, cutthroat ones." He glanced at Rowan with a smirk. "You know how it is. Same family name, different branch."Liz blinked, her mouth falling open. "You mean to tell me you’re related to him?" she asked, pointing between t