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The bedroom was silent, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains. Amelia sat on the edge of the large, empty bed, staring down at her hands resting in her lap.Her knuckles were still raw and red where she had gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. Gloria and Claire’s words kept repeating in her mind like a cruel loop: Penniless orphan. Burden. You bring nothing to his life.She wrapped her arms tight around her waist, trying to stop the quiet trembling in her shoulders. Her chest felt squeezed, a heavy, suffocating weight pressing down on her lungs. In times like this, when the cruelty of the Cross family cut too deep, she would usually pull out her phone and call Natalie. Natalie would listen, fume on her behalf, and remind her of who she truly was.A fresh wave of sting hit her heart.Natalie isn't there anymore.She had driven her away. She had stood in that cold parking garage and severed ties with the only real connection she had outside of this marr

Amelia’s eyes fluttered open as the cold morning light filtered through the sheer bedroom curtains. She sat up quickly, her heart giving a sudden, anxious thud. She looked over at the other side of the vast king-sized bed. The white sheets were smooth, pristine, and completely untouched. The heavy duvet lay tucked neatly where she had left it the night before. She had fallen asleep waiting for him. "Adrian?" she called out softly, her voice thick with sleep. Silence answered her. She swung her legs out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cool hardwood floor. She walked over to the adjoining master bathroom, pushing the frosted glass door open. "Adrian? Are you in here?" The bathroom was empty. The marble counters were dry, the towels neatly folded on their racks. A knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach. She threw on a silk robe and hurried out of the bedroom, her footsteps echoing down the grand staircase into the quiet ground floor. She checked the living room, the private stu

Adrian stood in the center of the quiet walk-in closet, a custom linen shirt hanging loosely from his hand.He stared at the empty bedroom door, his brow furrowing. Something felt off.Even though it wasn’t anything serious because Amelia had smiled, spoken in her usual soft, accommodating tone, and explained she had an early meeting. But the way her expression felt unreadable when Adrian spoke to her and the way she had pulled back when he leaned in for a kiss...was so unlike Amelia.She had stepped away from his touch and brushed a speck of dust off his collar instead. For all the years they’ve been together, Amelia practically lived for his morning affection, she loved throwing herself into his arms before he left for work and usually waited for him so they drive to work together. Today, there was an invisible, icy wall between them, subtle enough that anyone else would have missed it, but sharp enough to make the back of Adrian’s neck prickle.Is she suspecting something?He tosse

Inside Amelia's glass-walled office, the atmosphere had changed considerably since Adrian's arrival. The massive bouquet now stood in a crystal vase on the small coffee table, filling the room with the soft scent of peonies and roses, while the velvet box containing the vintage wine rested beside it. Amelia stood admiring the flowers when Adrian came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. He rested his chin lightly against her shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss against the side of her neck. "I'll have my secretary open the wine for lunch," he murmured. "Or we can take it home tonight and celebrate properly, just the two of us." Amelia turned in his arms, smoothing the collar of his navy suit jacket with her fingertips. The gesture still made her heart feel strangely warm, even though a small part of her remained unsettled. "That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Adrian. Really." She hesitated before adding, "And I'm sorry I was so quiet this morning. I just had a lot on my

Amelia sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers lightly tracing the velvet casing of the vintage wine bottle sitting beside her. When the bedroom door clicked open, Amelia stood up immediately. Adrian stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him. The tense, rigid posture he had carried downstairs was gone, replaced by an expression of gentle exhaustion as he looked at her. “What happened down there?” Amelia asked softly, stepping toward him with a look of quiet concern. “Did she… did she say anything bad to you?” Adrian shook his head, offering a warm, reassuring smile as he reached out and took both of her hands in his. “It’s taken care of, babe. I spoke to my mother and Claire. I made it crystal clear that if they cannot respect my wife in this home, they need to find somewhere else to stay.” Amelia let out a quiet breath, looking up into his dark eyes. “Adrian… you didn’t have to go that far. You know how your mother is. When you aren’t around, she’s still going to—”