Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 197

“Package delivery?”

Daniel’s first thought flashed back to the last time Amelia sent him something—a local courier brought over the divorce papers. For a moment, the dullness in his eyes lifted, and he felt a spark of hope. At this point, he’d take any news about Amelia, even if it came in the form of a divorce agreement.

She couldn’t just disappear. She couldn’t leave him like this.

But what arrived wasn’t divorce papers.

The box was heavy. As Daniel took it from the courier, his heart dropped with its weight.

Sophia, whose tears had finally dried, shot the package a venomous glare. She cursed under her breath—Amelia, hopeless romantic, Amelia, fool. All that righteous anger from earlier, and what does she do? She ships this jerk an entire box of stuff.

What did Sophia get? Just a tiny note.

Feeling a little bitter, Sophia watched as Daniel tore off the packing tape. The moment he cracked the box open, his fingers hesitated, almost recoiling as if he was afraid—afraid to see what was inside.

She craned her neck to see, then froze.

The box was filled with… broken things.

Preserved flowers, crystal figurines, jewelry—all smashed to pieces, shards and tangled chains tossed together in a chaotic mess.

Every single item was a gift from Daniel.

He stared, motionless, for a long time before reaching in with trembling hands to pick up a shattered picture frame.

She’d once told him the photo was being restored.

Liar. There was no restoration. The photo was torn to pieces, shredded beyond repair.

The box was full of broken glass, but Daniel didn’t seem to notice. He set aside the splintered frame and sifted through the shards for the photos.

All of them were ripped, reduced to scraps.

If Daniel had been fooling himself that Amelia would never leave, he couldn’t anymore.

He never cherished her when she was here, so what use was all this devotion now?

Pathetic.

Daniel picked up the last fragment. Even his smallest finger, the only one unscathed, was now bleeding, a drop of blood landing on a ring.

He stopped, staring for a moment, then slowly picked it up.

Their wedding rings.

She hadn’t even taken her ring.

Two rings—one on his finger, one in his hand. The diamond glittered coldly, dazzling and merciless.

Daniel slipped the ring into his pocket. Suddenly, he remembered the bracelet from their wedding set—the gift he’d given her for their anniversary.

Like a drowning man reaching for driftwood, he upended the box, spilling everything out, and started searching piece by piece.