Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 166

Amelia caught on instantly, feeling her cheeks flush with heat.

Men like Daniel were all the same—move in together, and suddenly they forget how to behave. Good thing she'd already anticipated his tricks.

“So, do you still want that special birthday?” he asked, voice low and suggestive.

Daniel’s tone turned teasing, “You want me to give up days of happiness just so one day feels extra special?”

Amelia pressed down her embarrassment, pretending nothing was amiss. “Some things are worth the wait.”

Once again, Daniel was convinced. On the very first day Amelia moved back, she used this excuse to send him straight to the guest room.

He sulked, but every time Amelia painted a picture of his upcoming “special birthday,” he couldn’t bear to spoil her plans.

Fine, he could survive ten days. He was actually curious to see what kind of surprise she was planning. It better live up to her hype—otherwise, she was in for it.

After breakfast, Amelia retreated to the study with a book.

Daniel, now in a crisp suit, came in. “I’ll be in meetings all day. If you get bored, go wander the mall or something. Don’t worry about saving money. If you go out, have the driver take you.”

He leaned down to kiss her, but she stopped him with a finger pressed to his chest—a clear refusal.

Daniel frowned, tilting her face toward him. Suddenly, something on the desk caught his eye. The calendar, March 12th circled boldly in black ink.

He let go, picking up the calendar with elegant fingers. “What’s so important about March 12th that you had to mark it like this?”

Amelia’s heart skipped. That calendar was from her college days—March 12th was the day she planned to leave.

But just as quickly, she regained her composure and replied smoothly, “Isn’t your birthday on March 11th? March 12th is your first day being a year older. Isn’t that worth marking?”

Daniel was charmed, his lips curving up. “You care about my birthday that much?”

“Of course. Who else would I care that much about?”

He gazed at her, eyes soft. “You’ve gotten so sweet lately, it feels like I’m dreaming.”

She invited Sophia out to Silkwood’s most exclusive mall, waving her hand grandly. “Go wild—Daniel’s picking up the tab.”

Sophia stared at her, momentarily stunned like she’d been hit on the head with a bag of gold. “Aren’t you and Daniel getting divorced? You sure it’s okay to use his card?”

“That’s the thing—we’re not divorced yet. Legally, half of what he earns is still mine. I’ll be leaving with nothing, so spending a little now is more than fair.”

Sophia’s reservations began to falter as they passed window after window of dazzling displays. “Are you really sure?”

“If I don’t, Violet will. If the mistress can use his money, why can’t I?”

Suddenly it all made sense—almost too much sense.

With a new sense of righteous vengeance, Sophia shopped with the determination of a woman on a mission: every dollar spent was one less for the other woman. She strutted into designer boutiques with newfound confidence, flicking her wrist as she pointed out handbags, channeling her inner heiress with every purchase.

“So this is what it feels like to be rich! What have I even been doing with my life until now?”