(Amber's POV)"Nephew, your mate runs away!" I called out, watching Ethan's face contort with anger and embarrassment.The words left my lips with a strange sense of déjà vu. I'd been in Melissa's position once - the humiliated one, the one running away in tears. Except, unlike her, I hadn't schemed or plotted. I had simply been Amber Chase, the girl everyone thought was easy to bully.My mind flashed back to that rainy night at the Moonlight Club. I had gone there looking for Ethan after he'd missed our dinner date - again. I'd heard his voice from the VIP section and approached, only to freeze when I heard my name."Amber Chase?" one of his friends had sneered. "You could do so much better, Ethan.""Her own family prefers their adopted daughter over her," another had added. "That says something about her character, doesn't it?"I remembered how my heart had pounded against my ribs, how my palms had grown slick with sweat as I stood there, hidden from view."She's in your way,"
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