Semua Bab After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Amelia’s POVThe rest of our shopping day blurred by in flashes of color and noise, but my mind wasn’t really there anymore.Liz held up a sparkly emerald dress to her chest. "Oh! You have to try this. Look at the neckline. It’s literally screaming your name."I forced a small smile. "Yeah. Pretty.""Pretty?" Liz scoffed. "Girl, this dress, on you? That could resurrect the dead."Ethan leaned around the rack. "If Amelia puts that on, the mall’s security team will faint. I’ll have to perform CPR."Normally I would’ve rolled my eyes or thrown a hanger at him. Instead I just let out a weak laugh.Liz’s smile faltered. She stepped closer, studying my face. "Okay… spill. What’s going on? You look like you’re trying to calculate the square root of trauma."I let out a heavy exhale. "Honestly? I don’t even know where to start."Ethan crossed his arms. "Start anywhere. We’re here."I glanced around. People were walking past, glancing at me—or maybe that was paranoia. It was hard to know anym

Amelia’s POVSunday morning arrived with a softness that settled right into my bones. For the first time in days, my chest didn’t feel tight. Rowan couldn’t reach me. No calls. No messages. Just… silence. Peaceful, glorious silence.Humming under my breath, I fixed myself an iced coffee—extra cream, extra ice, extra indulgence—and padded outside into the cool spring air. The sun was already warming the porch, lighting up the garden like something out of a storybook. My gaze drifted to the hedges that formed little winding paths. Mom and I used to dart between them, pretending they were secret tunnels. My chest tightened."I miss you," I whispered.Life had never been the same after she passed. Dad had turned all his fury toward me, as if I’d been the architect of every argument he ever had with her. And when my stepmom arrived, followed by Victoria’s birth, the house became a battlefield—one I had barely survived.But here, on the porch of the family house that was now my own home

Amelia’s POVAfter at least an hour of silence, I finally edged toward the front door. My hand hovered over the handle for a moment. Part of me expected the two of them to still be out there clawing at each other like wild dogs.But when I cracked the door open and peeked outside, the street was empty.Except… for a lone figure.Gabriel sat slumped on the edge of my porch steps, elbows on his knees, head hanging. Alone. Disheveled. Looking like every ounce of adrenaline had drained out of him.A messy smear of dried blood ran from his lip, and the side of his temple was already puffing with purple.When he sensed movement, he looked up sharply and scrambled to his feet."Amelia," he breathed out, voice wrecked with guilt. "I am so, so sorry."I stepped out cautiously, crossing my arms over my chest. The night air was cool against my skin."Why are you still here?"He flinched at my tone. "I… couldn’t just leave." He swallowed. "We had a dinner reservation. I called them to delay.""W

Amelia’s POVI stared down at Rowan—drunk, bruised, and kneeling at my feet like a man whose world had just collapsed. A hollow ache bloomed in my chest. He looked nothing like the powerful CEO who used to terrify entire boardrooms. Nothing like the man who once bent me to his will without even raising his voice.Tonight he wasn’t a giant, or a force, or a storm.He was just… broken.And God help me, pity threaded through my sternum like a stubborn vine.Then I noticed the people around us—phones out, screens glowing, recording every humiliating second.Shit.I couldn’t let him unravel like this. Not in front of strangers. Not like that.I crouched down slightly, lowering my voice. "Rowan, get up. Now. People are filming."He blinked sluggishly, then looked around as though noticing the crowd for the first time. His jaw clenched, humiliation flashing across his bruised face."Don’t embarrass yourself like this," I whispered urgently, slipping a hand under his arm to help him up. "Pe

Amelia’s POVRowan’s cock pulsed in my mouth, and the precum was gushing out uncontrollably. I couldn’t help the flash of pride in my chest. I was driving him absolutely crazy.His hips bucked to the rhythm of my strokes. His groans kept getting wilder and deeper. He was right on the edge, and I knew I should probably stop. But it was just too addictive to drive him further into delirium.Somewhere deep down, a nagging voice told me this was borderline insanity, that I should stop this right now. But I couldn’t. I was too far gone.Suddenly, Rowan grabbed my hair and gently pulled me away. "Baby. Don’t make me finish yet," he said, his voice a low, breathless rumble. "I wanna make you feel good too."He pulled me back on top of him, and I willingly let him guide me until my pussy hovered over his face. I straddled my knees on either side of him on the lowered car seat.He pulled my hips down until I was riding his mouth. He licked me, teased me, savored me.A deep moan escaped me as