All Chapters of After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 33

Amelia’s POVI stood frozen, my beige blouse plastered to my skin from the spilled water. The fabric was now translucent, the black lace of my bra clearly visible beneath it. And worse—just above it, on the slope of my collarbone—the hickey.Rowan stood in front of me, hand suspended mid-motion. His gaze was fixed on the mark. He didn’t speak at first.But when he did, his voice was so quiet it cut through the air like a scalpel.“Well,” he whispered, eyes narrowing. “That explains things.”His tone carried weight. Judgment. I felt heat crawl up my neck and cheeks, even as the rest of me shivered from the icy water. I snatched the tissue from his hand and pressed it awkwardly over the mark, as if that could erase it—and everything it implied.“It’s not what you think. I didn’t—” I started, but stopped myself. There was no excuse. I had promised to stay away from Tristan.Rowan didn’t demand an explanation, didn’t yell. That would have been easier to deal with. Instead, he simply st

Amelia’s POVJust as I settled into my seat, the familiar click of expensive heels approached. I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.“Amelia,” Victoria said sweetly, her tone dripping with practiced charm. “What a surprise seeing you here.”I turned slowly and gave her a tight smile. “Hello, Victoria.”Without waiting for an invitation, she slid into the seat beside me, smoothing her designer dress. She leaned in as if we were sharing sisterly secrets.“My condition has stabilized,” she said quietly, with an air of triumph. “Doctors say I’m doing much better. I suppose stress doesn’t help.”“I’m glad to hear that,” I said cautiously, my voice neutral.“Oh, and by the way…” She tilted her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “What you said last time—about Tristan trying to cheat on me? You were lying, weren’t you?”My eyes met hers, my expression sincere. “No, I wasn’t.”She scoffed softly, rolling her eyes. “Please, Amelia. You’re still bitter he chose me—I get it. But don’t