Maxwell pov
The house was quiet, but my mind wasn't.
I'd barely slept a wink since the confrontation that happened minutes ago. Amelia's words played on repeat, echoing in every corner of my brain. Her voice, the tremble of it when she said I used her… when she said I never cared. That look in her eyes—part pain, part defiance—haunted me.
She wasn't the same girl I brought into this house.
She was changing, slipping through my fingers like smoke.
And I hated it but deep down her anger was justified.
The staff had been whispering for weeks. At first, I dismissed it—house gossip, a way to pass the time in this tomb of a home. But when my mother said the same thing… when Victoria chimed in, all smug and certain…
Doubt took root.
What if they were right?
What if Am
