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Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 68

Amelia was just about to speak when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen, and in that instant, it felt as if the blood in her veins froze.

The nurse, tossing away a cotton swab, looked up and noticed the color had drained from Amelia’s face. “Are you feeling unwell anywhere else, sweetheart?”

Amelia shook her head. “No.”

She paused, then added quietly, “My husband died.”

It was her delayed response to the nurse’s earlier question.

Oh, poor thing, so young and beautiful and already a widow—what a shame, the nurse thought, her heart going out to Amelia. She offered a gentle condolence. “I’m so sorry for your loss. Life still has a long road ahead.”

“Thank you,” Amelia murmured.

Her eyes shimmered with tears, yet her lips curved up in a strange, almost serene smile.

When she stepped outside the hospital, the rain was still falling.

The drizzle soaked through her coat, chilling her to the bone.

Amelia unclasped the bracelet from her wrist. As she passed by a trash can, she raised her hand to toss it.

A woman nearby, clutching a fistful of empty bottles, immediately fixed her sharp gaze on Amelia.

Amelia hesitated.

Throwing it away would be wasteful. Daniel wasn’t stingy; a diamond bracelet like this certainly hadn’t come cheap.

The marriage may have failed, but there was no need to punish herself financially.

She slipped the bracelet back into her bag.

The woman’s disappointment was written all over her face.

On the drive home, Amelia stared out at the rain-blurred window, lost in thought. In a twisted way, she supposed she should thank Violet. “Miss Third Wheel” might be despicable, but she’d been a necessary wake-up call.

Without that jolt, Amelia never would have realized that Daniel’s so-called “urgent business at the office” was just an excuse to meet his first love.

Even the assistant had started covering for him—he’d gotten so good at lying, it almost deserved applause.

She didn’t even know what to think of Daniel anymore. A month ago, he’d answered calls in front of her without a care; now he actually bothered to invent stories, as if her feelings mattered.

Progress, in a way.

An assistant knocked and entered, placing an express envelope on Daniel’s desk with extra care. “Mr. Campbell, this just arrived for you.”

Daniel barely glanced up. “For me? Open it.”

The assistant opened the envelope in front of him, took one look at the bold words on the first page, and felt his heart plummet.

We’re doomed.

Daniel held out his hand impatiently. “What, did you see a ghost? Give it here.”

The divorce agreement had barely landed on his desk before the air in the room turned to ice.

The assistant stood stiff as a board, sweat gathering at the small of his back, terrified his boss might reach for a knife and end him right there.

Silence stretched on and on. Just as the assistant thought he might suffocate, the man behind the desk finally moved, as cold and rigid as a marble statue.

His eyes were icy, his voice even colder. “Well. She really did it.”

Didn’t even want the money—just walked away with nothing.

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