All Chapters of After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Amelia’s POVMy stomach twisted so hard I felt light-headed. "This is none of your business, Rowan.""The hell it isn’t!" Rowan roared, the sound splitting through the observatory dome like thunder.I flinched.Gabriel’s arm instinctively moved in front of me. "Lower your voice," he said calmly. "She doesn’t owe you any explanations."Rowan barked out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Oh, spare me the therapist's tone. You’re not her guardian. You’re not her boyfriend. You’re a rebound she’s trying to convince herself she wants."Heat shot through my chest. "Rowan—" I warned, my voice trembling with anger and humiliation.But he wasn’t finished. He surged forward a step, eyes blazing, voice cracking with fury. "You think I didn’t hear you two last night? Making plans? Right after—""Enough," Gabriel snapped. The sudden bite in his tone shocked even me.Rowan’s head snapped toward him. "Stay the hell out of this.""Gladly," Gabriel said coolly, "but you’re upsetting her.""I’m upsetting her?"

Amelia’s POVAs we walked toward the changing rooms, Liz leaned closer to me and whispered, "Wow. She is not over that.""I didn’t do anything wrong," I muttered, though my chest felt tight."I know," Liz said. "But that doesn’t mean she knows."I glanced back once, just in time to see Maya watching me. Her expression was no longer serene at all, but simmering.Yeah. This was going to be an interesting class.The room settled into a low hum as people rolled out their mats. I took a spot near the middle, Liz unrolling her mat right beside mine.Maya walked in a moment later.She wore her usual flowing black leggings and a loose white top, hair pulled back into a sleek knot. Calm. Centered. Untouchable. If I hadn’t seen the way her face had tightened earlier, I might have believed it."Good morning, everyone," she said, palms pressed together at her heart. "Welcome to flow."Her gaze flicked briefly to me. Just a fraction too long.I swallowed."Let’s begin in child’s pose," she contin

Amelia’s POVFor half a second, my brain tried to convince me this was another trick.Another manipulation. Another cruel little test.But no—this time there was no mischievous glint in Liam’s eyes, no suppressed grin, no laughter waiting to burst out. His body had gone slack, his head lolling to the side, his skin frighteningly pale."Oh my god—Liam!"I lunged forward, catching him just before he slid off the chair and hit the floor. His body was limp in my arms. Far too light, far too still.Panic surged through me, sharp and electric."Claudia!" I shouted as I ran through the hallway to the elevator, my voice shaking. "I need to leave—now!"She was already on her feet, eyes wide. "What happened?""He fainted. I think—no, he definitely fainted."I adjusted my grip on him, instinctively cradling his head against my shoulder, the way you would with a much younger child. The sensation was… unsettling. Like he was my responsibility, whether I wanted it or not.Claudia hovered helpless

Amelia’s POV"We’ve done every possible test, but couldn’t detect any medication overdose," the nurse said in a clipped, formal voice.The words hit me like ice water.For a moment, I was convinced I’d misheard. That the nurse would correct herself, clear her throat, flip the page, and say, ‘Actually—’But she didn’t. She simply stood there, professional and neutral as ever.I felt the blood drain from my face."W—what?" I whispered.Sienna let out a sharp, trembling laugh that cracked through the waiting room like glass. "Oh my God," she said loudly, pressing a hand to her chest. "Do you hear that? Did everyone hear that?"Rowan turned toward the nurse. "So… you’re saying there’s nothing in his system? Nothing abnormal?""That’s correct," the nurse replied. "All levels are within normal range for the prescriptions listed in his file."Sienna spun toward me, eyes blazing. "You see?" she shouted. "You absolute monster."I opened my mouth, but no sound came out."You dragged my child i

Amelia’s POVI woke before my alarm, nerves already buzzing beneath my skin like static. Today was the day. The competition results would be released by noon.I told myself—firmly—not to get my hopes up.Naturally, my heart didn’t listen.I rolled onto my side and groaned softly. "Don’t do this to yourself," I muttered. "You’ll survive either way."But my thoughts were already racing ahead. If I won the cash prize, everything would change. I could resign from the Lancaster project. Clean break. No more walking on eggshells around Rowan. No more Sienna looming in the background like a storm cloud.I could start fresh. I’d finally be free.Hell, I could even work abroad if I wanted to. Paris. Copenhagen. Cape Town. The idea made my chest flutter, until my gaze drifted to the open window and the garden beyond it.My garden.My childhood home.I exhaled slowly. "Yeah… maybe not."Knowing my dad, the second I left the country he’d swoop in with his outdated taste and zero emotional awaren