Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 92

Now that the divorce was out in the open, Amelia got straight to the point. “Has Daniel agreed to sign the papers yet?”

Grace couldn’t bring herself to admit that her son was stubbornly dragging things out, refusing to let go. She mumbled, “I haven’t had time to talk to him these past few days. I’ll bring it up soon. Why are you in such a rush?”

Sure, no one in the world was in a rush—except her. One month had already slipped by in what was supposed to be a three-month process, and the divorce progress was still at zero. How could she not be anxious?

“If you don’t have time to meet him, you could just call,” Amelia pressed.

Grace muttered curses under her breath. If only it were that easy—her darling son had blocked her number.

“Alright, alright. Divorce isn’t as simple as picking up groceries. Once the papers are signed, I’ll let you know.”

With that, Grace hung up.

Amelia returned to the hospital room just as Zachary was packing up to leave. He had another case to prepare for that afternoon.

She walked him to the elevator and, as they waited, suddenly asked, “Mr. Harper, if the other party refuses to sign, is there any other way to get divorced?”

“There is,” Zachary replied. “It’s a bit more complicated, but you can file for divorce through the courts.”

File for divorce.

So much for an amicable split, Amelia thought. Apparently, there really was no way to part on good terms.

After dinner with Sophia, Amelia headed back to the base.

At the entrance, she ran into someone she hadn’t expected—Violet.

Violet’s car window slid down, and she looked out with her usual air of disdain. “We need to talk.”

Amelia’s eyes flicked to the driver’s seat and saw Mogan behind the wheel. So, they’d come together—what, to gang up on her?

Still, she wasn’t worried about anything happening at the base entrance. Sooner or later this conversation would happen; best to get it over with now.

Mogan got out, lifted Violet into the front passenger seat beside Amelia, and, before shutting the door, shot Amelia a warning look.

Amelia smirked. “Relax. I value my life too much to try anything stupid with you right here.”

The door closed. Amelia turned and said, “He looks at you like you’re the crown jewels. Does he have a thing for you?”

Violet smiled. “We’re just good friends.”

Honestly, Amelia had to hand it to Violet—she could spew the most outrageous nonsense with a straight face.

“Let’s not beat around the bush,” Amelia said. “Just tell me what you want.”

As he opened the door, Violet wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself.

Suddenly, the interior of the car flashed with a bright light from under the cuff of Violet’s sleeve.

Amelia instinctively reached out, grabbing her wrist to get a better look.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Violet pulled up her sleeve, letting Amelia see it clearly. “Daniel gave it to me. He said it matches his ring—it’s part of a set.”

The car door shut with a heavy thud, the sound echoing like a boulder dropping in Amelia’s chest.

She stared blankly ahead.

A wave of suffocating pain crashed over her, hijacking every nerve. Her nose stung with unshed tears, her vision blurring in seconds.

How ridiculous. They’d even ordered matching pieces.

Forcing the tears back, Amelia wiped away the ones that had already fallen and started the car.

Back at the law firm, Zachary was still working late. When he saw Amelia, eyes red, he caught on immediately. “You’re here about the divorce?”

Amelia’s cheeks were still damp, but her voice was unwavering. “I’m done waiting for him to sign. I want to file for divorce in court.”