All Chapters of After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Chapter 191 - Chapter 198

Rowan’s POVI stood in my office long after everyone else had gone home, hands braced against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Working late had become a habit. An excuse, really. Anything to avoid going home to Sienna. To my life that felt like chaos I had no control over anymore.But then, Amelia called.My heart kicked violently in my chest before I even clicked accept. Logic tried to intervene—reminding me of the hospital. Of the accusations she’d thrown at Sienna that had been proven wrong. Of the way she’d walked away from me with disappointment in her eyes.But none of that mattered the second I heard her voice."I’m okay… I think," she replied softly.There was something off about her tone. A slight sing-song lilt. Loose. Unfiltered.My jaw tightened. "Have you been drinking?" I asked, my concern spiking immediately. The image of her out somewhere—vulnerable, emotional—sent a surge of possessive fear through me. "Where are you? Are you with Gabriel?"She huffe

Sienna’s POVRowan came home so late I barely heard the front door click shut.Normally, even half-asleep, my body stayed attuned to his movements. The rhythm of his steps, the familiar sound of his keys dropped into the bowl by the door. I lay still in bed, eyes open in the dark, listening. Minutes passed. Then, the sound of soft clinking in the kitchen. I recognized the sound of his whisky bar. Seriously? Was he drinking right now?I waited a beat. Then another.Finally, I pushed myself up with an exaggerated sigh and swung my legs out of bed.I padded downstairs, rubbing my arms like I was chilled.I turned the corner into the kitchen just as Rowan was placing his phone facedown on the counter and downing a whisky in one gulp.He looked up when he heard me. "Sienna. I—sorry, did I wake you?""No," I lied smoothly. "I’ve been awake for hours. Can’t sleep. Might make myself some tea."He nodded, distracted. "Long day?""Mm," I hummed, already moving closer. That’s when I smelled i

Amelia’s POVI hadn’t felt this hollow in years.The house was too quiet. No Liz’s laughter echoing from my phone. No buzzing messages. Just me, my thoughts, and the sharp certainty that I had somehow managed to burn down every bridge I’d ever stood on.Liz hated me. Gabriel was gone, back behind the safe professional distance I’d insisted on.Rowan—God, Rowan—was a labyrinth I no longer trusted myself to enter. And my work, the one thing that had always been mine, was still tangled up with his name.I lay on the couch staring at the ceiling, one arm draped dramatically over my eyes like a tragic Victorian heroine."Well done, Amelia," I muttered to myself. "Truly. A masterclass in self-destruction."Just then, my laptop chimed.I groaned, rolling onto my side. "If that’s another spam email, I swear—"But it wasn’t.Subject: Invitation – International Architecture Congress, MilanI blinked.Then I sat bolt upright.My heart began to pound as I opened it.Dear Ms. Hartwell,Following

Amelia’s POVWalking back into the Lancaster offices felt surreal. Like stepping into a life I’d already shed. The marble floors gleamed as cold and immaculate as ever, reflecting a version of me that no longer fit here. I tightened my grip on the folder in my hands—my resignation letter neatly tucked inside.This was it.No more late nights just to prove myself to a man who didn’t deserve my time and effort. No more unspoken tension.No more Rowan Lancaster.As I reached the top floor of the building, Lana looked up and immediately curled her lips into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes."Oh," she said, drawing the word out. "I thought Rowan gave you that ridiculously long leave. Back already? Let me guess—for some more boss-ass kissing?"Her tone dripped with false humor, barely masking the venom underneath.I stopped in front of her desk and met her gaze calmly. "Good morning, Lana."That alone seemed to irritate her.She scoffed. "Wow. Still people pleasing, huh? That must be exh