All Chapters of After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Amelia’s POV"I—I didn’t do anything to him," I stammered. But my voice sounded devastatingly weak, even to myself."Yeah, right," Sienna scoffed. "I bet you pushed him, didn’t you?""I did NOT push him." My voice shook, but I forced the words out anyway.Sienna let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Oh, please. Don’t insult us."Evangeline crossed her arms, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her sleeves. "You expect us to believe that Rowan just threw himself in front of a speeding motorcycle for fun?""Don’t you dare put this on me," I snapped. "He moved before I even understood what was happening."Sienna stepped closer. "Witnesses said you were arguing.""Yes, we were arguing!" I shot back. "That doesn’t mean I would ever use him as a shield."Her eyes flashed. "You’ve always been manipulative.""That’s enough," I said, my voice breaking. "Do you really think I’d pull him in front of me? That I’d sacrifice him to save myself?"Evangeline tilted her head, cold and calculating.

Amelia’s POVZara didn’t seem to notice the tension humming between Luca and me.She walked gracefully to the bar, heels clicking lightly against the marble floor. "Drink?" she asked casually, already reaching for a bottle."Yes please," I answered too quickly.Luca chuckled under his breath. "That bad of a day?""You have no idea," I muttered.Zara poured a generous glass of red wine and handed it to me. "So," she said, turning toward me with expectant eyes, "why don’t you tell Luca what happened."I stiffened instantly.Do I really want to relive this? In front of him?"I, uh…" I cleared my throat. "I nearly got run over."Luca’s expression shifted from polite interest to sharp focus. "Nearly?""Rowan Lancaster pushed me out of the way," I added, swallowing hard. Even saying his name out loud made my chest tighten. "He took the hit."There was a brief silence.Luca’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "I see.""He’s in ICU," Zara added softly, touching my arm as she handed me the w

Amelia’s POV"A pregnancy test," Dr. Patel repeated calmly, as if he were suggesting I drink more water. "Nausea, dizziness, heightened sensitivity to smells. It’s something we should rule out."Pregnant?The word echoed in my skull, too loud, too heavy.My heart started pounding in my ears so violently I barely heard my own voice when I answered, "That’s— that’s not possible."But even as I said it, memories flickered like an unwanted reel.That night with Rowan. In the car. His knuckles bruised from that idiotic fight with Gabriel.The way he had pulled me into him, raw and furious and vulnerable all at once.That must’ve been about three weeks ago.Oh God.Oh God.Dr. Patel watched me carefully, his expression professional but not unkind. "It’s always possible."I stared at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.This was too much.The motorcycle attack. Rowan in ICU. And now this?"I’m going to take a blood sample," he continued gently. "And I’ll have the nurse bring in a test for you

Amelia’s POVI paced out of the hospital as quickly as I could, my boots striking the polished floor in uneven, frantic rhythms.I’d heard enough. More than enough.My chest felt hollow. Like someone had reached inside and scooped everything out, leaving only cold air behind.He still cared about Sienna.Of course he did.He already had a family. A son. A mother who adored Sienna. A life that made sense long before I ever stumbled into it.Me? And this child? We would always be secondary. An afterthought.His family would see our baby as a mistake. A scandal. A bastard.The word burned.By the time I pushed through the hospital doors, the crisp morning air hit my tear-streaked cheeks like a slap. I barely noticed the nurses greeting me or the sound of traffic in the distance. My head was too loud.This morning, I’d woken before sunrise.Actually… I hadn’t slept at all.I’d stared at the ceiling the entire night, one hand resting protectively over my stomach, my mind racing in endless

Amelia’s POV"Uncle, you’re awake."Tristan’s voice filled the room as he walked in with a wide, easy smile. He looked perfectly composed in a tailored suit, as if he’d just stepped out of a board meeting instead of a hospital corridor.Then his eyes landed on me. And they lingered. Slowly. Uncomfortably.They trailed down my body in that familiar, crawling way that made my skin prickle."Amelia… you’re here," he said, his tone shifting into something possessive. His gaze flicked between Rowan and me. "With him."I folded my arms."Good eye," I said dryly.Victoria stepped in behind him.She wore a polished cream blazer and heels that clicked softly against the hospital floor. Her makeup was flawless, her expression perfectly sweet.The second her eyes brushed past me, they hardened for just a fraction of a second.Then she turned toward Rowan with a warm smile."Uncle Rowan," she said gently, approaching the bed. "I’m so glad you’re okay."Rowan leaned back against the pillows, his d