Chapter 66
Amelia’s POV
The morning light seeped gently through the curtains, brushing against my eyelids. I rolled over, groaning quietly as I stared at the ceiling. My body felt heavy, not from lack of sleep, but from the emotional weight still pressing down from last night.
The gala. The humiliation. Vikki
God, I didn’t even want to think about it.
But the reality was still there, impossible to ignore.
I forced myself up and started packing. The plan was to leave today anyway, a day after the event, and I was honestly grateful for that. It was as if someone, somewhere, had predicted that everything would blow up in my face.
The gala might have been a success in the eyes of the world, lots of new investors, promises of support, the Montgomery name glowing under the spotlight again. But for me? It was a disaster. A public one.
I folded the last of my clothes and zipped the suitcase shut, dragging it out of the bedroom and setting it by the door. The suite was still quiet, too quiet, except for the sound of the air conditioning,
Edmund hadn’t come out of his room yet. Or maybe he’d already left. I didn’t care to know which.
I walked to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee, letting the aroma fill the air. The bitterness grounded me
somehow, pulling me out of the tangled mess in my head. Mug in hand, I walked to the living room, placed the cup on the coffee table, and sat down with a long sigh
When I reached for my phone to check the time, I remembered it was still off, and for a very good reason.
I wasn’t ready to see what the internet had turned me into overnight.
I wasn’t ready to scroll through the flood of opinions, judgments, and headlines that surely paintedane as the other woman. The homewrecker. The mistress who slept her way into a lead doctor position.
God, I could already imagine the hashtags
Leya must’ve blown up my phone with texts and calls, probably panicking about the situation, telling me to release a statement or something. But that could wait. Everything could wait. Right now, all I wanted was to get home… to Scarlet.
Her hugs had always been therapeutic, small arms that wrapped around me like the world wasn’t such a cruel place. That’s what I needed. No pity. No explanations. Just her.
I stared blankly at the coffee table, lost in my thoughts, when the question crept in. Where the hell was Edmund?
Had he forgotten we were leaving today?
Iclenched my jaw and took a long sip of coffee, trying to drown the sting of last night. I’d heard him at my door, knocking. practically begging for me to talk to him. But I hadn’t opened it. I couldn’t.
[wasn’t mad at him, not entirely. The truth was, I didn’t even have the right to be mad. That was the part that stung the
Vikki was his wife. No matter how broken or complicated their marriage was, it still existed. And she had every right to accuse him–accuse us of cheating, because the wasn’t wrong
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
