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Chapter 3:
On the other end of the line was a man dressed in black, carrying himself with effortless elegance, his sharp features nothing short of captivating. There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes now.
Silence dragged on until Amelia found herself unable to wait any longer. She said, “Sorry, I was being impulsive. Just ignore what I said p>
“Yes p>
Her words were cut short by the man’s low voice. She was shocked by his response. Truth be told, she had regretted her words almost immediately after saying them. Letting go of her engagement to Jaxton was one thing, but agreeing to marry Wyatt Stewart felt like playing a dangerous game.
In the darkness, Amelia’s mind wandered back to a year ago. It was late at night, just like now, when she had left the hospital as usual, only to encounter the barely conscious Wyatt in an alley on the west side of Kretol. At the time, Amelia didn’t know his identity, so when he offered to repay her after she’d saved him, she jokingly asked if he meant he would do anything for her.
He answered with a nod, and she couldn’t help but tease that she might want him to marry her. Her proposal had just been a joke, an impulsive bit of fun. Never once had she expected Wyatt to agree. But she already had an engagement with Jaxton, arranged before her mother’s death, so she quickly explained she was only joking.
Knowing about her engagement, Wyatt made no argument. Instead, he quietly said that if she ever chose to end things with Jaxton, he would marry her. He promised to keep this offer valid for two years. That offer hadn’t expired yet.
How the call ended, Amelia couldn’t recall. All that remained clear were Wyatt’s words on the phone, telling her to get ready for a wedding in thirty days.
She was really going to get married to someone—and that someone was not Jaxton.
𝘕𝗲𝗐 𝘄е𝘦k𝗹𝗒 с𝗵a𝗽𝘵𝘦r𝗌 𝘰𝗇
Amelia lay in bed in the dark, feeling exhausted but unable to fall asleep. Just as her thoughts began to fade, an onslaught of notifications rattled her phone. Since her grandmother was in the hospital, she never turned off or silenced it.
She checked her screen and saw a photo of shredded pieces of clothing. Recognition settled in after a moment—it was the suit Jaxton had chosen that day, the very one crafted by her hands.
Accompanying the photo was a message from Dayna: “Sorry, Amelia, I had no idea you made this suit for Jaxton. I honestly thought it was just a regular suit, so when I saw it was dirty, I cut it into pieces to get rid of it. Hope you’re not mad at me p>
There was a smugness to Dayna’s words that was impossible to miss. When Amelia didn’t reply right away, another message appeared: “Jaxton says it’s no big deal. Just a piece of clothing, not worth much p>