Amelia POV
Nate and I started meeting more often—coffee in the mornings, long walks in the evening, sometimes just sitting in the park with takeaway sandwiches between us, talking about everything and nothing. He was easy to be around. Effortless in the way old friends often are, where silence didn't scream and laughter didn't have to be earned.
For a while, it felt like I was breathing again.
Like I wasn't walking a tightrope every second of the day.
Like I wasn't someone's wife.
I didn't tell him. About Maxwell. About the whole charade in the name of marriage.
Not because I didn't trust him.
But I wasn't ready to see his face change. To see his posture stiffen or that ease between us vanish. Nate was the only thing in my world right now that wasn't poisoned by guil
