Amelia had always been so sweet and gentle around him. No matter when or where, if Clive needed her, she’d show up—no questions asked, always ready to help him, no matter the cost.
He never thought there’d come a day when Amelia would feel so distant. It was like she’d turned into a completely different person overnight.
A deep crease formed between Clive’s brows. He just didn’t get it. When did things start to go wrong between them?
…
Amelia closed the door to the study behind her. She dropped onto the couch and carefully flexed her wrist. It still hurt. The red mark around her skin was probably going to be a nasty bruise by tomorrow. Clive had grabbed her way too hard, and with her pale skin, even the smallest touch left a mark.
She really didn’t want to see Clive tonight. Sleeping in the study seemed like the best option. She’d spent whole days here before when work got hectic, so she’d made the little couch into a fold-out bed, and the throw pillows actually unzipped into a blanket. There was even a tiny shower in the corner, making the space feel like her own mini apartment.
She was just about to take a shower when her phone lit up with a video call from Diana. This time it was from Diana’s main account.
Since Amelia had her messages synced to her laptop, she answered there and quickly hid her hands under the desk.
“What’s up, Diana?”
“I missed you, babe! It’s been ages! Don’t tell me you haven’t missed me too!” Diana was probably waiting for her next night scene—she was sitting in a trailer, still in her wig and costume.
Funny, they’d just chatted twenty minutes ago from Diana’s alt account. But hey, best friends got all the attention.
Amelia couldn’t help smiling, a little helpless, a lot fond. “Of course I missed you. Ten minutes apart and it feels like forever. So, when are you done filming?”

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