After a meeting, Damien looked at the unfamiliar woman standing beside him and frowned slightly.

"Who is this?" he asked Amelia, who was organizing the documents.

His voice carried a hint of surprise.

"Miss Witt, a new employee I trained," Amelia replied calmly. "She will handle the meeting records from now on."

Damien nodded thoughtfully and said in a relaxed tone, "That’s good. You won’t have to worry about small tasks like this anymore."

Small tasks.

Amelia laughed bitterly in her heart.

These so-called ‘small tasks’ were things she had carefully done for him in the past. She used to sort out the most important points from long and complicated meetings so he could understand them easily.

But to him, all her efforts had been unnecessary.

Miss Witt nervously handed him the meeting notes. Damien quickly flipped through a few pages, his frown deepening.

After Miss Witt left the office, he turned to Amelia and said in a friendly tone, "You know me best. The new employee's summary is too complicated."

He waited for Amelia to take the document and redo it, as she always did. But instead, she just smiled and said, "Give her a chance to improve."

Damien looked surprised for a moment as if he felt uncomfortable. but he quickly returned to normal. Just then, his phone lit up with a message.

Amelia glanced at the screen and saw an invitation to an engagement party from Damien’s best friend. The message specifically said he should bring a female companion.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Amelia’s voice was soft, but there was a hidden meaning in her words.

Damien’s expression became conflicted.

He reached out and pulled Amelia into his arms, speaking in a gentle tone, "That kind of event isn’t for you. The people there are troublemakers. I don’t want you to be around them."

Amelia gently pulled away from his embrace.

"That’s fine. I have something to do tonight anyway," she said.

Then, as if feeling her words were too cold, she added, "Come home early."

Damien looked relieved. He kissed her cheek lightly and smiled.

"You’re so understanding. Next time, when there’s a more formal event, I’ll take you with me so everyone can know who you are."

Amelia stared at his sincere expression and suddenly found it ridiculous.

This was the first time in five years that he had said he wanted to make their relationship public. But it happened at the very moment she had decided to leave him.

She turned to leave the office and, without looking back, said, "Alright, next time."

But in her heart, she knew there would never be a next time.

As Amelia had expected, Damien’s "female companion" for the night was Victoria.

At the party, Victoria wore an elegant white dress and held Damien’s arm in front of everyone. Her cheeks were slightly red and she leaned toward Damien from time to time, making the people around them whisper.

"Victoria looks more beautiful these days."

"Yes, she and Damien are a perfect match!"

No one mentioned their past as siblings.

After all, Victoria was no longer legally part of the Charleston Family. To outsiders, they were just a normal couple.

After the party, Victoria, who was drunk, sat in the passenger seat of Damien’s car. She held onto his sleeve and whispered, "Damien ... I really don’t want to go back to that hotel. Can I stay at your house until my divorce is final?"

Damien tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

His mind told him to refuse. If Amelia found out, it would be hard to explain. His family might even get involved.

But when he saw Victoria’s tearful eyes and slightly flushed face, he couldn’t say no. He turned the car toward home. However, when he arrived, an unexpected scene was waiting for him.

Amelia stood at the front door, talking to Julian Weston, a wealthy lawyer known for handling divorce cases. They were holding a document between them.

Damien’s heart suddenly pounded. He quickly got out of the car and helped Victoria forward.

"What are you doing?"

His eyes were fixed on the document.

"Who wants a divorce?"

The papers looked familiar, but before he could get a clear look, Amelia calmly put them into her bag.

"Elizabeth and her husband are getting a divorce. I’m helping her with legal advice," she said.

Elizabeth was Amelia’s best friend. She was using her name to avoid suspicion. Amelia then turned her attention to Victoria, who was clearly drunk.

"What happened to Victoria?" she asked.

"Is she okay?"

Damien hesitated and then replied, "Her ex-husband’s family made a scene. She’ll stay here for a few days."

Then, as if trying to regain control of the situation, he looked at Amelia with concern and softly berated her, "Even if you’re helping a friend, you shouldn’t meet a man so late at night."

His tone was the usual one he used when lecturing her.

Amelia looked at Victoria, who was leaning against Damien, her chest pressed against his arm. The situation was beyond ironic. This man, who treated her like a sister, treated his real sister like a lover.

Julian suddenly smirked and said, "Now that I think about it, I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Charleston’s wife yet."

Julian looked at Amelia and Victoria with a meaningful smile and asked slyly, "Could it be that Mr. Charleston's wife is-"

"It's none of your business," Damien interrupted, clearly unwilling to discuss his family affairs.

Julian nodded calmly, responding, "I apologize. These days, open marriages are quite common. Mr. Charleston, you must be..."

He paused and smirked before sarcastically saying, "Don't worry, I know when to stop."

Before Damien could get angry, Julian turned to leave. As he walked away, he added, "If you ever need a divorce, come to me. I'll give you a discount."

Damien instinctively glanced at Amelia, his voice cold as he spoke, "My wife and I have a good relationship."

Julian was already gone, so it was unclear if he had heard.

But Victoria definitely did.

She leaned against Damien, pretending to be drunk. Her eyes were watery as she whispered, "Damien ... Am I disturbing you and your wife?"

Before he could answer, her eyes turned red and she struggled to pull away.

"You’re not my brother anymore ... You have your own family now ... I shouldn’t interfere. I should go back to my hotel instead."

Damien held her tighter.

His voice was so soft it could melt ice as he responded, "I’m not your brother anymore ... But you are always welcome to be with me."

His burning gaze made Victoria’s face turn even redder. Meanwhile, Amelia stood aside. She watched them as if she were just an outsider.

Finally, Damien seemed to remember her presence. Letting go of Victoria, he looked at Amelia with guilt.

"Baby ... You don’t mind, do you? Victoria is my sister, after all."

He had already planned how to comfort Amelia if she got jealous.

But she only smiled faintly and said, "I don’t mind."

Those three words were light, but they felt like a knife stabbing into her own heart.

The next morning, Amelia woke up and instinctively reached for the other side of the bed. Damien was already gone. She put on her nightgown and walked barefoot to the third-floor hallway, looking down toward Victoria’s room on the second floor.

Through the half-open door, she saw Damien carefully feeding Victoria a bowl of hangover juice.

When Victoria frowned and pouted, Damien gently blew on the spoon to cool it. When she complained about her messy hair, he picked up a comb and skillfully tied a beautiful ponytail for her.

Amelia’s nails dug deep into her palm when she saw it.

Then, Amelia remembered when she had stomach bleeding after a drinking party. The next morning, Damien only asked the maid to make her chicken noodle soup. She had once asked him to tie her hair into a simple ponytail, but he had said, "I don’t know how to do it."

Amelia stood frozen in place until Damien finally took Victoria out of the room.

Her legs were numb, but she stubbornly refused to move.

She didn’t want to go downstairs and see them. She didn’t want to feel like a foolish extra, a useless villain in their so-called love story. It was just like those romance novels she hated the most.

Perhaps because she was lost in thought, Amelia didn’t see the steps clearly as she walked downstairs. She stumbled. Then, she fell heavily.

"Ah!"

A sharp pain spread through her abdomen. She curled up on the ground, feeling a warm liquid slowly flowing from between her legs.

Her face turned pale instantly. With trembling fingers, she touched her lower abdomen. A terrifying thought crossed her mind.

"Madam!"

The maid rushed over in panic. When the maid saw the blood spreading on the floor, she became flustered.

"I-I’ll call an ambulance right away!"

The sound of sirens broke the quiet morning.

At the hospital, a nurse anxiously asked, "Where is the patient’s guardian? We need a family member to sign the consent form!"

The maid stomped her foot in frustration as she answered the nurse, "I-I called her husband over ten times, but he didn’t answer … "

She quickly picked up Amelia’s phone and continued, "I even called him seventeen times using my mistress’ phone ... but still, no answer … "

On the hospital bed, Amelia weakly opened her eyes and grabbed the nurse’s sleeve.

"I ... will sign it myself … I don’t want the child … "

Her voice was barely a whisper, but it carried a crushing weight.

Amelia remembered how Damien had told her to prepare for pregnancy just two months ago. She hadn’t been careful with contraception. This child had come unexpectedly.

Now, it was leaving unexpectedly.

The doctor spoke seriously, "The situation is very dangerous. The child may not survive, but we can try-"

"There’s no need," Amelia whispered, closing her eyes.

Tears slipped silently down her face. On the cold operating table, the bright surgical light burned her eyes. The instruments made sharp, mechanical sounds and every movement felt like a piece of her flesh was being cut away.

Amelia bit her lip until she tasted blood, refusing to make a sound. She refused to cry. She refused to feel.

A week later, sunlight streamed through the gauze curtains of the nursing center, casting a warm glow on the bed.

Amelia put down her phone. The screen still showed Victoria’s latest vlog. In the video, Damien was tying Victoria’s shoelaces, his attention fully on her. They laughed together, looking so happy.

Expressionless, Amelia locked the screen as if she hadn't seen anything.

Suddenly, the door swung open.

"Amelia!" Damien rushed in, his face filled with panic.

"How are you-"

As he got closer, he noticed how pale she was. Her lips were almost colorless.

His brows furrowed as he asked, "Is it your irregular periods again? Why didn’t you tell me?"

Amelia had long been used to her health issues. Since she had instructed the maid not to mention her miscarriage, Damien simply assumed she was recovering from her usual condition. Unfortunately, he took it for granted.

Amelia looked at him quietly.

In the past, whenever she felt unwell, she would act spoiled and ask him to stay with her.

But this time, she hadn’t even called.

Seventeen unanswered calls. It was no different from calling zero times. Why should she keep setting herself up for disappointment?

"I thought you were too busy," Amelia said softly.

"Besides, I didn’t want to disturb you."

Damien’s heart tightened at what his wife just said.

He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms as he said, "I’m your husband. You can always call me."

Amelia didn’t push him away, but she didn’t return the hug either. She leaned against his shoulder and suddenly asked, "Is it the same as with Victoria?"

The moment the words left her lips, she regretted them. She sounded like a jealous woman fighting for his attention. Damien stiffened slightly, but then he smiled and stroked her hair. "Of course, it’s the same."

Just then, Amelia’s phone rang.

It was Julian. She answered briefly in front of Damien, keeping her words short before hanging up. Damien frowned.

"Come to think of it, I saw Felicia’s husband a few days ago. They don’t seem like they’re getting divorced."

"It was Felicia’s decision alone," Amelia said calmly, hiding her emotions.

"Her husband doesn’t know yet."

Damien looked confused as he asked, "But isn’t divorce something both people should agree on?"

Amelia met his gaze meaningfully as she answered, "Felicia found out that her husband was secretly seeing his first love. She couldn’t accept it, so she decided to file for divorce without telling him. If she brought it up, he probably wouldn’t agree right away."

Damien’s expression darkened and he said, "Then she should divorce him! A man like that is terrible!"

Amelia lowered her eyes. Damien obviously knew Felicia’s husband well. Given his personality, he surely knew whether the man had a first love or not. Yet, without hesitation, he immediately condemned Felicia’s husband.

Damien wasn’t as calm as he pretended to be.

"How much longer is Victoria’s divorce cooling-off period?" Amelia asked suddenly.

"Fifteen more days," Damien answered without thinking.

It was clear he had been counting down every day.

Amelia looked outside at the bright sunlight and whispered, "Then it’s almost happening at the same time."

"What?" Damien was puzzled.

"Nothing."

Amelia smiled faintly but said no more.

Just then, Damien’s phone vibrated. The same man who ignored Amelia’s seventeen missed calls immediately answered, his voice softening.

"Hello, Victoria?"

On the other end, Victoria was crying and said, "Damien … I feel so scared being alone at home … "

"Don’t be afraid. I’ll be back soon," Damien reassured her, not realizing his eyes had flickered toward Amelia.

Amelia watched quietly. She no longer felt disappointment, just understanding. So, this was why.

When Victoria was with him, Damien ignored his phone because he knew Amelia’s calls weren’t important to him. But when Victoria wasn’t around, he was afraid of missing anything from her. After hanging up, Damien hesitated.

It might be guilt. Or, it might be because Amelia had just mentioned ‘Felicia’s husband secretly seeing his first love’ and it hit too close to home. For once, he didn’t rush to leave.

"Go to the office," Amelia said first.

"Don’t let work pile up."

Damien seemed relieved, saying, "When will you be discharged? Send me a message and I’ll pick you up."

With that, he left without even looking back.

A week later, Amelia packed her suitcase, preparing to leave the hospital. She called Damien three times. No answer.

At the same time, Victoria’s latest video was trending online, with over 100,000 likes.

In the video, Victoria proudly showed off the "boyfriend’s efforts" with limited-edition handbags, money transfers, pictures of her global travels and close-ups of Damien cooking, washing dishes and massaging her feet.

The comments were full of admiration.

[What a perfect boyfriend!]

[What a rich and devoted boyfriend! I’m so jealous!]

Victoria didn’t clarify their true relationship, allowing netizens to believe whatever they wanted.

Finally, Damien called back.

His voice was casual as he answered her call.

"I was busy and didn’t see the calls. What’s up?"

Sure enough, Damien had completely forgotten that he was supposed to pick her up. In the background, Victoria’s laughter was clear as day. Yet, Damien still lied calmly.

"I’m talking about business. If it’s not urgent, why don’t we talk at home later?"

Amelia’s voice was gentle as she said, "It’s okay. I just wanted to confirm where you were."

After hanging up, she opened the calendar on her phone.

Victoria’s divorce cooling-off period had one week left. The divorce agreement would take effect in fifteen days. Soon. There was no need for Amelia to feel sad anymore.