Lahat ng Kabanata ng She Refused to Love Her Husband: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The photograph felt like ice between Amelia’s trembling fingers.She stood in the center of the dimly lit foyer, staring at the image of her husband holding another woman in the rain. Every detail burned into her mind—the way the dark-haired woman leaned against Alexander’s chest, and the way his arm wrapped around her waist with protective familiarity.YOUR HUSBAND IS LYING TO YOU.Amelia drew a sharp, shuddering breath and pulled the photograph close to her chest. A tear escaped her eye, tracing a warm path down her cheek, but she wiped it away furiously with the back of her hand.She refused to cry over Alexander Kingsley. She had promised on their wedding night that she would never love him, precisely to protect her heart from a moment like this. Yet the sharp sting of betrayal cut deep. It wasn't just heartbreak; it was the humiliating realization that she had bound her life and her family's name to a liar.Unable to stay inside the silent, suffocating walls of the mansion, Ameli

The silence inside the underground garage felt suffocating.Amelia’s hand froze over Alexander’s, her green eyes wide with shock as Olivia’s words echoed through the vehicle."Uncle Victor?" Amelia breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "No... that makes no sense. Victor loved my father. He helped my mother arrange the funeral!"Alexander didn't look surprised. His blue-gray eyes hardened into flint, his jaw setting into a tight line as he looked out at Olivia. "Is he at the corporate tower or the press center?""The Sterling Enterprise main hall," Olivia replied, resting her arm against the open car door. "He called a live news conference. He claims you held Amelia hostage after forcing the marriage, and that you sent armed men to eliminate anyone who questioned you. He’s playing the heartbroken uncle to perfection."Amelia pulled back from Alexander, her head spinning. Victor Sterling had been her father's younger brother. After Richard Sterling died, Victor was the one who held her

The dark countryside road stretched ahead, surrounded by dense pine trees swaying under the midnight wind.Inside the heavy SUV, the hum of the engine was the only sound breaking the silence. Amelia sat close to Alexander, her hand still firmly resting inside his. The warmth of his skin gave her a sense of calm she hadn't felt since her father died.She looked out at the familiar trees passing by. This winding road held so many memories of her childhood. Summers spent running through the woods, fishing near the quiet lake, and sitting on the wooden porch while her father carved simple toy boats from cedar blocks.It broke her heart to know that this peaceful sanctuary was about to become a battleground."Are you sure you want to be here for this?" Alexander asked softly, turning his head to look down at her. His thumb gently rubbed the back of her knuckles. "We can stop at the safehouse five miles back. Ethan and the team can handle the cabin."Amelia shook her head slowly, looking st

The golden morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Kingsley Enterprises executive penthouse, painting the dark mahogany furniture in warm amber tones.Amelia stood near the glass wall, holding a warm mug of chamomile tea, staring down at the sprawling city skyline below. Although four days had passed since Victoria Vance’s surprise appearance at her mother's estate, the lingering memory of the woman’s icy, patronizing smirk remained fresh in Amelia's mind."You're thinking about her again," Alexander’s deep, smooth voice broke the silence.Amelia turned to see him walking toward her from behind his massive desk. He had tossed his suit jacket over the back of his chair, his crisp white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the strong line of his throat. He looked formidable yet effortlessly handsome, the quintessential powerful titan of industry."It's hard not to," Amelia admitted softly, setting her mug down on a side table as Alexander closed the

The morning sky over the city was clear and pale blue, swept clean by the night's heavy rain.Inside the glass-walled office of Senior Federal Prosecutor Marcus Cole, the atmosphere was dense with the smell of old paper and lukewarm coffee. Marcus, a sharp-eyed man in his fifties with graying temples, sat behind his wide oak desk, holding a jeweler's magnifying glass up to the light. He was carefully examining the faded blue ink on the Geneva financial authorization form Amelia had brought him.Amelia sat straight in a dark leather armchair, her shoulders back, her fingers laced tightly in her lap. Beside her, Alexander sat with his long legs crossed, one arm resting casually on the back of her chair, his presence a quiet, unshakeable shield."The seal is undeniably a forgery," Prosecutor Cole said finally, lowering the glass and setting the document flat on his desk. He tapped the paper with a silver pen. "The signature recorded as the secondary witness matches the handwriting sample