Amelia Lane’s lips curled with a mocking smile as she recited the words from the love letter, her tone slow and pointed.
“Andrew, I’ve always been there, watching you from behind. Would you ever turn around and notice me?”
As Amelia’s voice echoed in the room, Emily Blair’s fists clenched tighter and tighter, her knuckles turning white.
There was no denying it—she had written those words. Before everything changed, before she was given another chance at life, she’d scribbled that letter, still lost in foolish daydreams about Andrew Lane. But she’d always been careful, hiding her letters far out of sight. There was no way she would have left it in Andrew’s room herself.
There was only one explanation.
Someone must have stolen it and planted it there.
Maybe it was Amelia Lane. Or perhaps Isabella Austin.
“That’s enough.”
Andrew Lane’s voice cut through, low and rough, simmering with anger. His eyes were sharp and cold. “I don’t want to hear any more.”
Amelia snapped her mouth shut, scoffing as she shoved the letter into Emily’s arms like it was something filthy.
Even after all she’d been through—even with the lessons of her second chance—Emily couldn’t pretend Andrew’s icy stare didn’t affect her. A chill settled in her bones.
“Emily Blair,” he said, his tone biting, “you’d better have a good explanation for this.”
Isabella Austin stepped forward, gently tugging Andrew’s sleeve. Her voice was soft, almost coaxing. “Emily’s just a kid, Andrew. There’s no need to get upset or take it to heart.”
She turned to Emily, her eyes full of affected concern. “But you really should focus on your studies, Emily. Don’t get distracted by these silly ideas.”
Andrew’s gaze never softened. “I warned you before,” he said coldly. “Don’t lay your dirty little schemes on me. Don’t push your luck.”
Emily drew a slow, steady breath. “I didn’t put that letter in your room. Someone else did.”
Amelia snorted. “Someone else? Who would stoop so low, Emily? You just can’t stand to see my brother with Isabella, so you pull something like this.”
Emily ignored her. She met Andrew’s hard gaze straight on. “Andrew, I was wrong. I should have said this properly, so there’d be no more misunderstanding.”

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