Vivian's face instantly soured.
"Amelia, seriously? You think just 'cause you've been by his side for a few years, he's yours now? He's been single all these years, you know that better than anyone. Don't kid yourself—do you even know where you stand?"
Those words hit Amelia like a punch to the gut.
Of course she knew. Better than anyone.
But when facing Vivian, showing weakness was never an option.
"He's not mine, sure. But he's definitely not yours either."
Vivian's expression twisted, like Amelia had poked right where it hurt. Her eyes darkened with a cold, venomous glare.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Amelia. Simon's going to be mine, sooner or later. I came back this time to talk marriage with him, so stop clinging to him like some pathetic homewrecker. Your mom
