تسجيل الدخولI scrub my skin until it burns.
Still, I can’t get rid of the feeling of Ethan’s betrayal crawling all over me. The bathroom is silent except for the sound of running water and my uneven breathing. Steam fogs the mirrors while my hands shake violently beneath the stream. I squeeze my eyes shut hard. God. I feel sick all over again. Behind me, the bathroom door opens carefully. “Amelia.” Ethan’s voice immediately hardens something inside me. I turn the shower off quickly before grabbing a towel and wrapping it tightly around myself. “Get out.” He stands near the doorway, looking exhausted, like he’s the victim here. His eyes move over my face slowly before he says quietly, “Can we please talk without fighting?” A bitter laugh escapes me. “You cheated on me, Ethan. What exactly do you expect a conversation after that to sound like?” His jaw tightens. “I already told you, it wasn’t serious.” The words hit me like a slap. Not serious. As if betrayal somehow hurts less depending on emotional depth. I walk past him toward the sink. “You know what’s funny? I actually think that makes this worse.” “Amelia….” “If she meant nothing, then you destroyed our marriage for nothing.” Silence fills the bathroom as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes look swollen, tired and Older somehow. I barely recognize myself anymore. Ethan steps closer behind me carefully. “I made a mistake.” I laugh quietly. “No. A mistake is forgetting an anniversary dinner.” I turn toward him slowly. “Sleeping with another woman repeatedly is a choice.” Pain flashes across his face. Good for once, I want him to hurt too. His eyes lower briefly to the necklace still sitting on the bathroom counter. The diamond necklace he gave me during our second anniversary. The same necklace another woman wore in bed while mocking me. Something ugly twists in my chest. # Chapter Three ### The Man Everyone Feared I scrub my skin until it burns. Still, I can’t get rid of the feeling of Ethan’s betrayal crawling all over me. The bathroom is silent except for the sound of running water and my uneven breathing. Steam fogs the mirrors while my hands shake violently beneath the stream. That picture keeps replaying in my head. That woman in bed. Wearing my necklace. Smiling like she won. I squeeze my eyes shut hard. God. I feel sick all over again. Behind me, the bathroom door opens carefully. “Amelia.” Ethan’s voice immediately hardens something inside me. I turn the shower off quickly before grabbing a towel and wrapping it tightly around myself. “Get out.” He stands near the doorway, looking exhausted. Like he’s the victim here. His eyes move over my face slowly before he says quietly, “Can we please talk without fighting?” A bitter laugh escapes me. “You cheated on me, Ethan. What exactly do you expect this conversation to sound like?” His jaw tightens. “I already told you, it wasn’t serious.” The words hit me like a slap. Not serious. As if betrayal somehow hurts less depending on emotional depth. I walk past him toward the sink. “You know what’s funny? I actually think that makes this worse.” “Amelia—” “If she meant nothing, then you destroyed our marriage for nothing.” Silence fills the bathroom. Heavy. Uncomfortable. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes look swollen. Tired. Older somehow. I barely recognize myself anymore. Ethan steps closer behind me carefully. “I made a mistake.” I laugh quietly. “No. A mistake is forgetting an anniversary dinner.” I turn toward him slowly. “Sleeping with another woman repeatedly is a choice.” Pain flashes across his face. Good. For once, I want him to hurt too. His eyes lower briefly to the necklace still sitting on the bathroom counter. The diamond necklace he gave me during our second anniversary. The same necklace another woman wore in bed while mocking me. Something ugly twists in my chest, without thinking, I grab it. Ethan notices immediately. “Amelia….” I throw it straight into the trash bin. His expression changes instantly. “What are you doing?” “Getting rid of garbage.” His face hardens slightly. “That necklace cost…” “I don’t care how much it cost!” My voice cracks violently through the bathroom. “You let another woman wear something that belonged to me!” I shout. “Do you understand how disgusting that is?” Ethan runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “I told you she asked for it and I didn’t think…..” “That’s the problem!” Tears burn my eyes instantly. “You never think about me!” The silence afterward feels suffocating, because it’s true. Somewhere along the line, Ethan stopped protecting my feelings, stopped valuing them, stopped valuing me. He looks at me for a long moment before stepping closer again. “Come here.” I physically recoil. The movement happens so fast neither of us expects it but the second he reaches for me, disgust climbs violently up my spine. I can still picture him touching her, kissing her, holding her. My stomach turns. Ethan notices immediately and he looks genuinely shaken. “You don’t want me touching you anymore?” The hurt in his voice almost makes me laugh. Almost. “You lost that right.” His jaw tightens hard enough for a muscle to tick. Then suddenly, he grabs my wrist….not violently but firmly enough to stop me from walking away. “Ethan,” I say coldly. His eyes search mine desperately. “I’m trying to fix this.” “You can’t.” His breathing deepens slightly. For a second, I almost see anger flicker beneath his calm expression. Possession. Like he can’t stand the idea of losing control over me. Finally, he lets go slowly. “We have my grandmother’s birthday banquet tomorrow,” he says stiffly. “Don’t embarrass the family.” I stare at him in disbelief. That’s what matters right now? Public appearance? Family reputation? God, I really married a stranger. “I’ll be there,” I say flatly. “After that, send the signed divorce papers to my lawyer.” Then I walk past him without another glance.I give a small nod and start walking toward the balcony doors, my heels clicking softly. The silk gown flows around my legs with each step, cool and elegant despite everything. Just before I reach for the ornate handle, Dante speaks again, his voice calm and even, directed at my back. “Mrs. Hart.” I pause, hand hovering. “You’ve spent the entire evening worrying about what everyone else thinks.” His words cut through the night air with quiet precision. “Stop giving people who don’t respect you that much power.” I don’t turn around immediately. The statement sinks in, stirring something deep and uncomfortable in my chest. The whispers inside, Sophia’s jests about my inability to conceive, Ethan’s public control….it all feels heavier when named so plainly. I’m not ready to fully unpack it yet, not tonight. I simply nod once, the movement small but deliberate, and push open the door. Stepping back into the ballroom is like crossing into another world. Warm air rushes over me, thick
The atmosphere shifts instantly, thickening with unspoken family dynamics and the weight of what just happened inside.Ethan breaks the silence first. He forces a smile, polite and controlled, addressing his uncle. “Uncle.”Dante gives a single nod. Nothing more, no smile or extended greeting. Just that minimal acknowledgment that somehow makes the air feel even heavier. Ethan’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes as he turns to me.“I’ve been looking for you.”I fold my arms across my chest, the cool silk of my gown brushing my skin, and meet his gaze steadily. “You found me.”“I think we’ve both had enough excitement for one evening.” His voice is smooth, the kind he uses when he’s trying to steer a conversation back under his control. He takes a measured step closer, the lantern light catching on the expensive fabric of his suit.“No,” I reply evenly, my tone calm despite the anger still simmering under my skin. “You’ve had enough. I’m just getting started.”He ignores the jab comple
I clear my throat, trying to recover what little dignity I have left. “What are you doing here?” The second the words leave my mouth, I cringe. Brilliant. Questioning the owner of the estate about why he’s at his own family banquet. Dante arches one dark eyebrow. “I live here.” “…Right.” Heat creeps up my neck. “That was a stupid question.” “A little.” His lips twitch and I narrow my eyes. “Are you making fun of me?” “I’m thinking about it.” I huff. “Glad I’m entertaining someone tonight.” His gaze drops briefly to the empty champagne flute in my hand.“One glass?” “What?” “You’ve only had one.” I blink. “…Yes.” “It won’t help.” I stare at him. “Excuse me?” He nods toward the ballroom behind us. “Whatever you’re trying to forget.” His voice remains calm. “One glass won’t be enough.” For a moment…I don’t know what to say. He already knows I’m not out here enjoying the view. I’m hiding.I force myself to look away.“It’s not that dramatic.”“No?”His voice
I don’t wait to hear another word. If I stay another second, I’ll either scream…Or slap him. Maybe both. I spin on my heel and walk away. “Amelia.” Ethan’s voice follows me immediately. I don’t stop. “Amelia, wait.” His footsteps echo behind me fast trying to Close the distance. I whirl around so suddenly that he nearly walks straight into me. The ballroom continues buzzing around us, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing between us. I meet his eyes coldly. “If you take one more step after me…” My voice is quiet, quiet enough that only he can hear. “…I swear to God, Ethan, I’ll make a scene your family will never forget.” He freezes. Good. “You seem very concerned about your family’s reputation.” I hold his gaze. “Don’t test me.” For a long moment, neither of us moves. His jaw flexes, mine does too. Finally, he exhales through his nose. I take that as my cue to leave, I turn without another word and weave through the crowd. Conversations blur into meaningless no
The moment we step through the grand entrance of the Wolfe estate, I want to leave. The place is dazzling. Crystal chandeliers spill warm light across polished marble floors that reflect everything like dark mirrors. A string quartet plays softly from the balcony overhead, the notes drifting down like they belong to another, happier world. Impeccably dressed guests drift through the ballroom with champagne flutes in hand, their laughter low and polished. Every corner screams wealth, prestige, perfection….towering floral arrangements heavy with white roses and orchids, waiters gliding by in crisp tuxedos, the faint scent of expensive perfume and aged whiskey hanging in the air. I feel none of it. My silk gown clings to my skin, cool and expensive, but it suddenly feels like a costume. Ethan’s hand settles lightly against the small of my back, warm and possessive through the thin fabric. He guides me forward without asking. “Come on,” he says quietly, his voice low near my ear.
The silence inside the car is unbearable, not the comfortable kind. Not the kind that exists between people who know each other so well that words become unnecessary. No. This silence is almost Painful. Heavy with everything we aren't saying. I sit rigidly in the passenger seat, staring out the window as the city lights blur past us. The soft hum of the engine fills the otherwise quiet car. Beside me, Ethan grips the steering wheel a little too tightly. I notice because I know him or at least, I used to. The veins in his hands stand out prominently against his skin, his jaw is locked and his shoulders are tense. He glances at me every few minutes but Ipretend not to notice. Outside, evening settles over the city, people crowd the sidewalks, couples walk hand in hand, friends laugh as they spill out of restaurants. Normal people, living normal lives. I wonder what that feels like. The thought makes me want to laugh or cry. Possibly both. I turn my attention back
Furious…..Absolutely furious. "What the hell is wrong with you?" The words explode out of me before I can stop them. Ethan blinks. Like he's genuinely surprised by my reaction. The sight only makes me angrier as I push back from my desk and stand. My hands are shaking, not from fear, from
The next morning, I wake before my alarm and a few seconds, I stare at the unfamiliar ceiling above me. A sigh escapes my lips as I push myself upright and rub my face. The ache behind my eyes hasn't completely disappeared. It feels like it never will. Mochi is sprawled across the foot of the b
His grip is warm and steady with one effortless pull and I’m standing or at least… attempting to stand.My ankle immediately reminds me that I just launched myself into a side table while chasing a cat as pain shoots through my foot and I wince.Dante notices instantly.Of course he does.The man
The cat is still sitting on my stomach. Victorious and smug. I narrow my eyes at him. "You planned this." Mochi blinks. The furry criminal doesn't even have the decency to look guilty. A shadow suddenly falls across us. For one confusing second, I assume it's death coming to claim me after witn







