Semua Bab After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Amelia’s POVThe next few days, I poured every ounce of energy I had into the project. I worked late, scribbled notes, redrew designs. But no matter how hard I tried, my ideas… they sucked.My mind just couldn’t focus. Rowan Lancaster kept storming through it like some kind of hot, arrogant nightmare. The breathtaking memories of our night together. The way he'd spanked me, then buckled me into his car like I was his property. I hated how much he got under my skin… and how much I wanted him there.Things only got worse. I scoured every jewelry store I could find, desperate to replace the lost necklace. But I couldn’t find anything remotely like it.At one boutique, I tried explaining it to the manager. "It was small, delicate... personal. A compass design inlaid with tiny stones. Amethyst, I think. On a fine silver chain."The man tilted his head. "That sounds like a custom piece. Probably made to order."My heart dropped. "Are you sure?"He tapped a few keys, searched some catalogs

Amelia’s POVRowan’s gaze swept over the hallway. His powerful voice boomed through the entire space."If anyone here has time to gossip, then clearly your workload is too light. I’ll have to speak with your department heads about redistributing responsibilities."Silence followed. No one dared to meet his eyes.The sharp ding of the elevator echoed like a punctuation mark to his words.Rowan turned to me. "Ms. Calloway," he said, his voice clipped, professional. "Please allow me to escort you out."I nodded wordlessly and followed him into the elevator. The doors slid shut with a soft metallic hiss.In the mirrored walls, our reflections stood side by side. Rowan tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired. Exuding effortless confidence and authority. I, on the other hand, looked pale and tense. My blonde waves were slightly tousled. My frame was much smaller, more fragile.We were opposites in almost every way. Light and dark, composed and flustered, extremely successful versus a complete

Amelia’s POVI still stood there in my towel, my face flushed from the unexpected encounter. But soon enough, reality tugged me back. I glanced at the clock and swore under my breath. I had to get to the office.I rushed into the bedroom, yanking on a fitted blouse and skirt. My hair was a lost cause, so I twisted it into a quick bun. In the kitchen, I shoved a piece of toast in my mouth as I skimmed through my phone.My heart stopped when I saw a new video released by Victoria. The capthon read: "About Vera, my experience working with her."Victoria’s face filling the screen in a shaky selfie video. A loose strand of hair stuck to her damp cheek as if she’d been crying. In a trembling voice, she started: "We’ve all seen Vera Calloway’s interview circling the internet. I’m not sure if it’s true, but as her co-worker, I have to share my honest opinion… I have to expose the truth."My breath hitched. Seriously?! As if that other video wasn’t damning enough?"Throughout our collaborat

Amelia’s POV"So, in conclusion," Eli said after a long technical explanation I’d only half-followed, "we have gathered enough evidence to prove that the interview video was definitely tampered with."My heart skipped. "That’s… Oh my God… That’s amazing," I breathed. "I can’t believe it."Eli gave a small, satisfied chuckle. "We’ve compiled a breakdown video. It highlights exactly how and where the footage was altered—frame by frame, audio distortions, all of it. We’ll forward it to you ASAP.""Thank you so much!" I burst out, the relief leaving me lightheaded. "You have no idea what this means to me.""Unfortunately," he added with a note of caution, "this doesn’t prove what you did or didn’t say. The best evidence would be the original footage. If you can get your hands on that, you’d have irrefutable proof."I swallowed hard and nodded. "I understand. I’ll… I’ll try.""Our advice," Eli continued, "would be to contact a lawyer as soon as possible. And issue a public statement with t

Amelia’s POVAs I was getting ready for the night, Rowan’s warning kept looping through my mind."Stay away from Tristan."But I didn’t have the luxury of staying away. Not when Tristan could deliver the raw files that would finally bury Victoria’s lies.I’d truly believed the video I posted would be enough. But many people were now convinced that I faked the evidence.Hopefully, Tristan would get the message. I wasn’t planning on rekindling anything.Suddenly, my phone buzzed.Rowan: "My driver is collecting you in 20 minutes. Be ready."Wait… what? My heart stopped. Then I remembered my earlier message, asking him if we could meet up.Seriously? After not answering me all day, now he came with this?"Shit. Shit. Shit," I whispered, fumbling to type.Me: "Got plans tonight, sorry. How about tomorrow?"I stared at the screen, waiting, chewing on my lip.The message marked ‘read’ almost instantly. But no reply came.I sighed hard and stuffed the phone into my purse.Tristan better hav