Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 100

Sign the damn thing? Not a chance.

Daniel pressed his lips into a thin, indifferent line, his fingers tightening around the pen—too bad the barrel was sturdy, refusing to snap no matter how hard he tried.

Amelia kept her eyes on him. “Go on, sign it. The agreement’s fine; it’s exactly the same as before.”

Daniel tossed the pen aside. “Let’s eat breakfast first. Hard to sign anything when you’re running on empty.”

Amelia, unusually agreeable today, nodded. “Alright. I’ll wait.”

He stirred his soup with a spoon, the clinking of porcelain echoing his impatience. “You know, seeing you like this, someone might think the county clerk gave you a quota on divorce filings.”

Amelia smiled. “Better to rip the bandage off quickly, don’t you think?”

Every word cut straight through him. Mr. Campbell flung his spoon down, his voice ice-cold. “So our marriage is just pain to you? Funny, I don’t remember you being so disgusted when we got married. A few years later, you can’t wait to throw this marriage out with the trash. Do you think I’m pathetic?”

Amelia wanted to say she was the pathetic one.

If she weren’t, she wouldn’t have married him, knowing full well she was just a stand-in. She was foolish enough to believe she could take someone else’s place—only to crash and burn before finally waking up.

Once, she might have said all this out loud, but now, with things the way they were, she just didn’t see the point.

She picked up the pen and placed it back in his hand. “Feelings change, Daniel. Nothing in life stays the same forever.”

A storm raged in his chest, threatening to burn through his eyes. “So that’s it? You’ve set your sights on someone else? You can’t stand being tied down and want out so you can run off to your true soulmate?”

She didn’t care what he thought anymore. “If that’s what you believe, I can’t help you.”

Her words were so callous, Daniel actually let out a cold, incredulous laugh. “Fine. Wonderful.”

She watched him, noting the sarcasm in his voice, and how his expression looked like he wanted to devour her whole.

Unfazed, she said, “No need to compliment me. I know exactly how wonderful I am. Now hurry up and sign before breakfast gets cold.”

From a safe distance, the maid listened to their barbed exchange, her chest tight with worry. Why couldn’t these two just talk like normal people? If Mr. Campbell let his pride get the better of him and signed the papers out of spite…

“Fine. I’ll sign.”

Amelia’s heart skipped a beat. Daniel looked over at the old woman, too.

Grandma Edith slid into the seat beside Amelia, offering a sweet, grandmotherly smile. “Custody goes to Amelia, alright? Add that in before you discuss anything else.”

Daniel: “...”

Amelia: “...”

Amelia’s stomach somersaulted. For a second, she wondered if Edith had somehow caught wind of her pregnancy.

With the old lady throwing a wrench in the works, it looked like the signing was off.

Well, might as well take it to court.

Amelia reached out to smooth Edith’s silver hair. “Grandma, please have some breakfast. I’ll be on my way.”

Before she could be stopped, she slipped out the door. Once it shut, Edith glared across the table, exasperated. “So she tells you to sign and you just sign? Where’s that stubborn streak of yours now?”