Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 53

There’s no such thing as “the real deal.” But since the words had already been spoken, why was he allowed to flaunt his first love and mess with her feelings, yet she couldn’t do the same to him?

“I’ve had plenty of relationships before. Want me to run down the list of all eight of my ex-boyfriends for you?”

Daniel snorted at the obvious exaggeration. “If you really dated eight guys before me, they must’ve been pretty useless—since you’re still as sweet and innocent as ever.”

Amelia knew exactly what he was getting at, and her face flushed with irritation. “So, are you going to sign it or not? Quit dragging your feet, you’re a grown man!”

Whether it was her adorable frustration or something else, Daniel found his annoyance fading a little. He drawled, “What’s the rush? I need my lawyer to look it over first. What if there’s some trap in the agreement?”

Fair enough. Getting a lawyer to check it made sense, especially since the Campbell family’s fortune was nothing to sneeze at. Daniel couldn’t just sign anything on a whim.

Amelia tossed her empty milk carton into the trash. “Fine, have your lawyer look it over. But if it’s all good, sign it and be done.”

She paused at the door, glancing back. “And don’t lose this copy again.”

When the door shut behind her, Daniel stared at the agreement on the table, lips curling in a cold sneer. He picked up the papers, crumpled them in his hand, and tossed them into the trash.

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Later that evening, Amelia called Daniel.

“Did you sign it?”

Daniel was at a dinner party, glasses clinking all around. He loosened his tie, his voice rough from too much alcohol. “What?”

There was a noisy buzz in the background, making it clear he wasn’t alone. Amelia raised her voice. “I said—did you sign the divorce papers or not?”

“Di-what papers? One, two, one?” Daniel muttered.

Amelia rolled her eyes at his deliberate nonsense, just in time to hear someone on Daniel’s end say, “Mr. Campbell, have you had a bit too much?”

He was drunk—no point talking further. Amelia hung up decisively.

The warmth Daniel felt from the alcohol vanished after the call. The people around him were clueless, one of them offering, “Mr. Campbell, maybe you should rest upstairs?”

Meanwhile, his poor lawyer was minding his own business at home, getting blamed for everything, buckling under the imaginary weight.

At first, Amelia believed these excuses. After a while, she was half convinced. A week later, she didn’t believe a word.

Daniel was stalling, plain and simple.

She called him directly. “Daniel, give me your lawyer’s contact info. I want to know why it takes a week to look over one divorce agreement.”

Daniel’s tone was lazy, almost teasing. “Asking your soon-to-be-ex for another man’s number, Amelia? You really think I’d give it to you?”

She didn’t bother sparring with him—he was too good at twisting words. Instead, she cut straight to the point. “Where are you? I’ll come find you.”

Those four words—“I’ll come find you”—sounded better to Daniel than anything else she could have said.

“I’m at Velvet Vice. Finley’s birthday party.”