Amelia POV
I couldn't move. I stood frozen in the dining room, my hands clenched into trembling fists, heart thundering in my chest. The candles I lit earlier flickered behind me, casting shadows across the floor—shadows of a night that was supposed to be different. Romantic. Intimate. Something for us.
Instead, he walked in with a child. A living, breathing proof of a past I thought he had buried.
Lila.
Victoria's child.
Maxwell's daughter.
The words echoed in my mind like a siren.
Victoria was right. She wasn't bluffing afterall.
I should've said something. Should've reacted. But I just stood there, letting his cold words slice into me. "This is Lila. My daughter."
And just like that, everything I had built with Maxwell cracked beneath my feet.
I didn't ha
