Novels by treasuresophiabook

Chapter five I wasn't attending Margaret Anderson's birthday banquet because I still wanted to be part of the Anderson family, and I certainly wasn't attending because Maxwell expected another obedient wife to quietly stand beside him while everyone pretended our marriage remained perfectly normal.I attended for one reason alone.Lily deserved to see her grandmother before I permanently walked away from the Anderson family, and after tonight, I no longer intended allowing anyone inside that mansion to decide my worth.Lily was still resting inside the hospital after another difficult night, and leaving her behind filled my heart with guilt, although her doctor repeatedly assured me that she would remain under careful observation until I returned.Before leaving my apartment, I gently kissed her forehead while she continued sleeping peacefully."I'll come back soon, sweetheart, because Mommy still has one last thing to finish."My phone vibrated before Maxwell's message appeared acro

Amelia's Pov Walking into Ashford Jewelry Studio again felt like stepping back into the life I had buried five years earlier, although this time I carried far more scars and far fewer illusions than the ambitious young designer who once dreamed of conquering the international jewelry industry.Every design displayed inside the elegant showroom reminded me of countless nights spent sketching until sunrise, believing talent alone could change my future before I abandoned everything for a marriage that slowly consumed every dream I had ever possessed."Amelia."I looked up before Eleanor Ashford walked toward me with the same graceful confidence that had made her one of the world's most respected jewelry designers, although the disappointment in her eyes made me realize how deeply my disappearance had affected someone who genuinely believed in me."You've become much thinner than the last time I saw you, but your eyes still carry the determination that first convinced me you would somed

Amelia's Pov The morning sunlight poured through the apartment window, warming the small living room with a quiet comfort that the enormous Anderson mansion had somehow never given me throughout five miserable years of marriage.The apartment was modest, the furniture was old, and the walls carried faint cracks from years of neglect, yet every breath I took inside that unfamiliar place felt lighter than the countless mornings I had spent trapped inside a mansion where nobody had ever treated me like family.Lily was still sleeping peacefully on the narrow bed after another exhausting day inside the hospital, and watching her finally rest without crying in her sleep made every difficult decision feel completely worthwhile.I gently tucked the blanket around her tiny body before kissing her forehead because I silently promised myself that nobody would ever make my daughter question her worth again.The first thing I did after leaving the Anderson mansion was block every member of the A

Amelia's Pov "I want a divorce."The words hung heavily between us, shattering the suffocating silence that had imprisoned our bedroom long before either of us dared acknowledge the truth hiding inside our marriage.Maxwell stared at me for several long seconds before a cold laugh escaped his lips, making it painfully obvious that he believed my request was nothing more than another emotional outburst that would disappear before morning arrived."Amelia, this joke isn't funny, especially after everything that happened today.""I'm not joking because I have never been more serious about anything throughout our entire marriage."He loosened his tie before walking toward the window with complete confidence, behaving like a man who had already decided the conversation was beneath his attention."You'll calm down tomorrow because you've always been emotional whenever Lily's condition becomes unstable."I quietly shook my head because he still failed to understand that today had destroyed

Amelia's PovThe first thing Maxwell Anderson did after sleeping with me was turn his back without saying a single word, leaving me staring into the darkness while wondering whether a marriage without love could still be called a marriage.I quietly climbed out of bed after his breathing became steady because cleaning away the evidence of another loveless night had become a habit I performed more often than receiving affection from the man I called my husband.The mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized anymore because the bright, ambitious jewelry designer who once dreamed of conquering the world had disappeared years ago, leaving behind nothing except Amelia Anderson, the obedient wife who spent every day waiting for love that never came.I stood beneath the shower until the hot water washed away every mark he had left on my body, yet nothing could remove the unbearable emptiness living inside my heart because Maxwell had always shared my bed while giving his heart to another w