Lahat ng Kabanata ng After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Sienna’s POVAmelia spun toward me, wide-eyed and blinking fast like a startled little deer."So," I drawled, folding my arms as I sauntered closer, "you’re done with Rowan and already moving on, hmm?"She lifted her chin—as she always did—like she thought that made her look strong instead of painfully transparent."None of your business," she snapped.I smirked.Oh, sweetheart. Everything about you is my business.The man beside her was handsome in a polished, classy kind of way. Though absolutely nowhere near the lethal sex-appeal and command Rowan carried. He turned to face me. His eyes narrowed just a fraction, calm but assessing."Hey, I know you!" I said brightly. "You’re that guy from the restaurant the other night."He didn’t flinch. Didn’t smile. Didn’t even blink.Just looked down at me with maddening composure."I am indeed," he said. "And you’re Sienna…"His voice was smooth yet sharp as he added, "Rowan’s ex-wife. The one who likes attention almost as much as she hates n

Amelia’s POVRowan stood in the middle of my living room like he owned it, jaw tight, eyes blazing with determination."I’m handling the plagiarism situation," he said, voice low but firm. "Discreetly. You don’t need to resign."I folded my arms, trying to keep my own pulse steady. "Maybe I don’t need to. But I want to."His brows shot up. "Amelia, come on. Don’t throw away your entire career because of this—""I’m not throwing it away." My throat tightened. "I’m protecting myself.""I will make a plan," he insisted, stepping closer like his sheer proximity might sway me. "Until then, you’ll be on extended paid leave. Full salary. It’ll help with… all of this." His gaze drifted past me—finally taking in the shelves I’d painted, the warm lights I’d strung, the rugs still half-unrolled on the floor. "Wow," he murmured. "This place is… beautiful."I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "You don’t get to be impressed, Rowan. You don’t even get to see my space. You barged in without asking—

Amelia’s POVTo my surprise, Tristan didn’t argue.One moment he’d been a drunken, snarling mess pinning me to the wall. The next he was just a pathetic puddle of shame. Somehow, Gabriel’s kick had snapped him out of it completely."I’m… I’m sorry, Amelia," he muttered, barely audible, before pushing himself to his feet and stumbling out the door with his head bowed, looking like a wounded animal.The door clicked shut behind him.The moment he left, my knees gave way.Gabriel lunged forward instantly, catching me before I hit the floor. His arm wrapped firmly around my waist. He guided me to my office chair with careful, almost reverent movements—despite the ragged adrenaline still shaking through him."Sit," he said gently, voice low but steady. "Just… let me look at you."I felt myself nod, dazed.He crouched in front of me and took my arms with surprising tenderness. He turned them over with feather-light touches. His breath hitched when he saw the fingerprints—ugly, dark, bloom

Amelia’s POVMy jaw tightened until it ached. "I’m not doing this with you."Sienna let out an over-the-top scoff, flicking her hair like she was on a runway. "Oh, please. You’re always in the middle of some man’s downfall. It’s honestly becoming your brand."Before I could fire back, the deep rumble of an engine rolled through the driveway.A black van turned in. The doors flew open.Paparazzi.Three cameras pointed our way like weapons."Miss Sienna! May we have a word, please?!"Sienna instantly transformed. She threw her shoulders back, chin high, fake smile plastered on her face."Oh, of course!" she said, sauntering toward them with exaggerated glamour, as if she’d been waiting for her cue.I rolled my eyes. She lived for this attention and drama.Meanwhile, Liam stayed behind… closer to me. He stared at the ground, his little shoulders slumped.He wouldn’t look at me—probably embarrassed after being caught sabotaging my work."Miss Rhodes!" one of the paparazzi called. "Are you

Amelia’s POVRowan let out a long, tight breath. "This isn’t funny, Amelia.""No," I said in the coldest voice I could muster. "It isn’t."There was a beat of silence on the line.Then Rowan said, "Don’t worry about Sienna. I told you, I’m going to handle her.""You’ve told me that a million times indeed," I snapped. "And has anything actually changed? Has she ever faced consequences for anything she’s done to me?""I’m doing the best I can, Amelia," he said through gritted teeth."Well, your best clearly isn’t good enough," I bit out.He sucked in a sharp breath. "Don’t start, Amelia. You’re being unreasonable."I let out a humorless laugh. "Right, of course. Silly me. Expecting you to stand up to her instead of letting her walk all over me.""I told you. I’m working on it.""You said that last month," I shot back."Amelia, just listen—""No," I cut in. "You listen. Until I see real action, not promises, not excuses—action—I don’t want to hear another word about what you’re ‘going to