The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ever since the day Amelia asked to have some space, Steven has not stopped looking for her. He made countless frantic calls and spent nights standing guard outside Yara Park, only to leave feeling disheartened time after time.

The look of being trapped by love and enduring heartache was no different than when Justin pursued Bella.

Amelia dared not step out. She locked herself in her room every day. She forgot to eat or drink, becoming increasingly skinny. Her pillows were drenched with tears day after day.

Whenever she missed Steven, she would stand by the window at the end of the corridor, open the curtains, and steal a glance outside. Whenever she yearned for him, he was there.

Steven stood tall in the wind, as strong and unwavering as a pine tree, his eyes fixed on her room. Just thinking about him caused her pain, which seeped into every part of her body and tugged at her heart day after day.

She believed she had deeply hurt Steven and felt guilty about it. But was there any way for her to make things right?

In the end, she realized she was being selfish. She struggled with choosing between Steven and her family, but in the end, she chose her family.

Charles became curious when he saw Amelia staring at her phone with a blank expression, so he leaned in to take a look. His expression suddenly turned gloomy, but he still managed a dry smile as he stepped back and said, "Ms. Amelia, if it's urgent for you to attend to something, I won't bother you. Carry on with your tasks."

"No, it's fine." Amelia hesitated before hanging up the phone. Worried that Steven might contact her again, she simply turned off her phone.

Amelia thought, 'I have to be tough. Even if Steven feels sad for a little while, it's better than leading him on and then disappointing him later. It's best to end things now rather than dragging it out and hurting him even more in the long run.'

Charles's eyes gleamed with excitement, his voice trembling as he said, "Then... Can I sit here?"

Amelia gave a slight nod and moved to the side, keeping her distance.

Charles took a few cautious steps forward, but then suddenly tripped and lurched forward.

"Hey! Be careful!" Amelia instinctively reached out to support him.

She was a kind-hearted person and didn't give it much thought. She would often help elderly people cross the road, so when she saw a person with disabilities about to fall, her natural response kicked in. Without missing a beat, Charles firmly held onto Amelia's arm, feeling the warmth of her soft skin under his touch. It touched his heart and stirred something inside him.

He took a deep breath and looked at her with deep gratitude. "Thank you... Thank you so much, Ms. Amelia."

Not far away, Wyatt was chatting amiably with Lance.

"Hey, Wyatt! Look over there!" Lance excitedly patted Wyatt's shoulder.

Wyatt casually lifted her eyelids, seeing Amelia and Charles sitting together. They seemed to be engrossed in a conversation, and their eyebrows were slightly furrowed in confusion.

"It seems like your daughter and Charles are getting along better." Seizing the opportunity, Lance m jumped in and said, "Christopher has always been really into Bella, and everyone knows it. If we let Amelia marry him, they'd both be miserable, and it wouldn't be fair to Amelia."

He continued, "Charles has told me a few times in private that he really likes Amelia. You know, Charles has never openly admitted his feelings for any girl to me before, but his affection for Amelia seems real. Arranged marriages usually don't turn out well, Wyatt, I was thinking... maybe..."

"I think it's not right." Wyatt cut in coldly before Lance could finish. "You've seen Charles's situation. It's a marriage without real love. Do you want my daughter to marry out of duty and become your son's
emotional support for life?"

Lance was speechless.