Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 313

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Daniel closed in on her, relentless. "I just want you to answer one thing: when did you say it?"

Violet stood frozen, silent.

"Say it!" he demanded.

She flinched like a frightened bird, and only after a long, tense pause did she lift her pale face to meet his eyes. "Does it even matter anymore, talking about what happened back then?"

Back then? Daniel's heart sank. "So that's why Amelia insisted on leaving three years ago."

Violet had nowhere left to retreat; her back pressed painfully against the edge of the desk. His expression cut sharper than the wood against her spine. Was he really here to interrogate her about Amelia? Was he anything to her now, if all he cared about was Amelia? She was supposed to be the one he loved most—Amelia had just been a substitute!

"So you think she left just because of a lie I told?" Violet yelled, voice trembling. "She left because of you. Because she was never loved!"

Daniel was stunned. It felt as if a heavy, rusted bell had been struck inside his chest, vibrating with a dull, endless clang that left his mind blank.

…She wasn't loved?

It was as if an invisible hand clamped around his throat, choking off the air in the room. Images from three years ago began to race through his mind in reverse, as if some cruel film was rewinding before his eyes.

When had Amelia started to feel unloved? Was it when she first moved to the base? She’d kept her distance then, but he’d thought she was just sulking—his little firebrand, always quick to throw a tantrum if things didn’t go her way. Usually, a bit of coaxing was all she needed, and things would go back to normal.

He always thought a little sweet talk would fix everything.

Even when she asked for a divorce, he’d convinced himself it was just another one of her moods. Surely, she’d come around if he just gave her time.

Had he noticed her unhappiness? Of course. But he’d been so sure she’d never really leave him. She loved him, didn’t she?

She never said the words, but when she was happy, she’d curl up in his arms like a kitten, every gesture brimming with silent affection.

He’d taken that love for granted. He thought no matter how big the argument, love would win out.

He kept telling himself he’d make it right once things settled down, that he’d finally win her back with a grand gesture. But she never gave him that chance—not even a goodbye, not a single note. She just left.

Vanished from his world without a trace.

It felt like a thousand silver needles had sprouted inside his chest, piercing every inch of his heart. His throat tightened as the taste of blood rose up behind his teeth.