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Amelia stayed in the bedroom for the rest of the afternoon. She kept the curtains half-drawn and the lights low so that anyone who looked in would believe she was still unwell and resting. When she heard the front door open just after seven, she sat up slowly and smoothed her hair.Adrian’s footsteps came up the stairs a minute later. He opened the bedroom door quietly and stepped inside, already loosening his tie.“Hey,” he said, his voice soft. “You’re awake.”“I slept a little,” Amelia answered. She kept her tone light and tired. “You’re back late.”“I know. I’m sorry.” He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, reaching out to touch her forehead with the back of his hand. “How are you feeling? Any better?”“A bit. The medicine helped. My stomach isn’t twisting anymore.”Adrian nodded, looking relieved. “Good. I was worried when I couldn’t reach you earlier. Claire said you went out for medicine.”“I should have texted,” Amelia said. “I didn’t realize my phone was on silent.”H

Amelia left the office a little earlier than usual. She sat in her car for a moment in the basement garage, staring at her phone, before she finally typed the message to Adrian.Going to see an old university friend who’s in town for the night. Might be back a bit late. Don’t wait up.His reply came almost immediately.Okay. Drive safe. Feel better.She read it twice, then locked the phone and started the engine. The lie sat quietly in her chest as she pulled out into the evening traffic. It was a simple excuse, clean enough that he wouldn’t ask questions, but it still felt strange to use. Everything about her life right now felt strange.The drive to her parents’ house took nearly forty minutes. The longer she sat in the car, the more her thoughts tangled. She had not been back in years. Not since the night she left. Part of her still expected the gates to stay closed or the door to remain shut in her face. Another part of her kept replaying every shar

Alexander stood frozen in the entrance of the living room for a full second, staring at his sister like he couldn’t trust his own eyes. Then the bag slipped from his shoulder and hit the floor. He crossed the room in a few long strides, pulled Amelia up from the sofa, and wrapped her in a tight, almost rough hug.Amelia’s arms went around him just as hard. She pressed her face into his shoulder and breathed in the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of the outside. Eight years. It had been eight full years since she had last seen her older brother.“You’re really here,” Alexander muttered against her hair. His voice sounded thick. “Jesus, Amelia. You’re actually here.”“I missed you,” she whispered. “I missed you so much.”They held on for a long moment before Alexander finally pulled back, keeping his hands on her shoulders. He looked her over quickly, as if checking that she was real and in one piece. His face had matured. There were faint lines at the corners o

Amelia woke before the alarm. For a few seconds she lay still, staring at the ceiling, the conversation with Chloe from the night before still sitting heavy in her mind. The villa. The cars. The jewelry. The private account under a woman’s name. Victoria was already living in the future Adrian had planned for them. Amelia was the only thing left to clear away. Beside her, Adrian shifted and turned toward her. His hand found her waist in the dark. “You’re awake early,” he said, voice still rough with sleep. “Couldn’t sleep much.” He moved closer and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “How are you feeling today? Any better?” “A little.” She kept her voice soft. “I think I can come in.” Adrian sat up and rubbed his face. “Good. I need you there. The gala is in two weeks and there’s still a lot to finalize. The guest list needs another pass, and I want the seating arrangements locked before the end of the week. We’re using this one to announce the expansion into Singapore. It’s bigger

Amelia closed the bedroom door behind her and leaned against it. Her heart was still beating too hard. The snap in her voice downstairs kept replaying in her head — the way the words had come out sharper than she intended, the way Adrian had frozen when she told him to leave her alone. She had let too much show.She pushed away from the door and walked into the bathroom. The light felt too bright. She turned on the cold water and washed her face twice, scrubbing until her skin stung. When she looked up at the mirror, her eyes were still red and swollen. She pressed a clean towel against them and held it there until the worst of the heat faded. Then she stared at her own reflection.If she left things the way they were, he would start watching her more carefully. He would ask more questions. He might even check where she had gone after work or call the hospital himself. She could not afford that. Not with the pregnancy. Not with the plan. Not with only two weeks left until the gala.Sh