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I sipped the ulence like poison, pretending to be fine, pretending that my chest wasn’t aching in that quies, uncle w heartbreak always feels
After last night, after the humiliation, after seeing myself on every gossip site this morning, I just didn’t have the strengh pretend anymore.
Still, 1 kept my gaze fixed outside, refusing to meet his
I didn’t want to look at him. Because if I did. I might remember how it felt when he looked at me like I was the only person
I might remember that I’d let myself fall for a man who wasn’t mine, or was once mine… Well in a way
The city was just waking up, streets glistening from last night’s rain, people walking briskly with coffee cups and briefcases. I envied them, their normal lives, their anonymity.
“Amelia.”
His voice was soft, hesitant, the first sound between us since we left the suite.
1 didn’t answer.
He sighed, shifting slightly toward me. “I know you don’t want to talk to me. But I can’t let it end like this.”
A dry laugh escaped me, low and bitter. “End like what, Edmund? With your wife being dragged by security guards out of a gala while I stand there like an idiot?”
He flinched. I didn’t miss it.
“That’s not fair” he said quietly.
“Neither was what happened last night,” I shot back, turning to him now. “Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for ine? How it felt to be in that roogn, surrounded by your board members, investors, reporters, while your wife screamed that you were sleeping with me?”
He exhaled slowly, looking down at his hands. “I know. And I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” I let out a sharp, shaky breath. “That doesn’t even begin to cover it. Edmund. You should’ve told me she was coming. You should’ve”
“I didn’t know!” he cut in, his voice rougher this time. “I swear, Amelia, I didn’t. She wasn’t invited. I gave her direct orders to
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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.
