Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 267

Violet was so furious she could have spat blood, but standing before Grace, she couldn’t muster a single word of defiance.

Grace was Daniel’s mother. If Violet wanted to stay by Daniel’s side, she had to win over every last Campbell.

Except for Amelia.

Three years. Violet never imagined Daniel still hadn’t divorced after all this time. If she’d known things would turn out like this, she’d never have left Willowbrook three years ago.

Back then, she’d thought: Amelia’s gone. No one left to compete for Daniel’s affection. Given time, she’d recover—she’d follow Daniel’s wishes, focus on therapy, heal her legs, and one day stand beside him, flawless at last.

But before she got that chance, Amelia returned.

If she left, why come back at all?

Violet did her best to act indifferent, but everyone could see through it. After all that wandering, she probably realized no one else could match Daniel. That must be it.

Amelia called her fake, called her a liar—yet who was really the pretender here?

Grace’s harsh words left Violet simmering with resentment, her expression still sour as she stepped out of the car.

Mogan White was waiting at the entrance of the house. Noticing her sour mood, he frowned with concern. “What happened?”

Violet pressed her lips together. “...It’s nothing.”

After spending years together, Mogan knew her too well to be fooled. “If something’s wrong, tell me. Don’t bottle it up—you’ll only make yourself sick.”

Her eyes welled up instantly. She looked at him, saying nothing, but her wounded pride was written plainly across her face.

“But he won’t divorce Amelia...”

“That’s just pride,” Mogan replied. “He can’t let go—not after being abandoned so suddenly three years ago. No man’s ego could take that kind of rejection without answers.”

Violet’s storm of emotions eased, just a little. “Do you really think so?”

“If you don’t believe anyone else, at least believe me. I’ve never lied to you.” Trying to lighten the mood, Mogan ruffled her hair like an older brother. “Come on, don’t be sad. I bought your favorite apple tarts—have some while they’re still warm.”

Truth be told, Violet didn’t even like apple tarts, but Mogan was convinced she did.

“Mogan,” she said quietly, taking a small, deliberate bite, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you I like apple tarts. How did you know?”

A smile flickered in Mogan’s eyes. “You loved them when you were little.”