Amelia didn’t sleep.
Not really.
She lay awake in Ethan’s bed, staring through the floor-to-ceiling windows while the city glittered beneath the night sky.
The penthouse was quiet.
Too quiet.
Every now and then she could hear the distant hum of traffic far below.
But mostly
Silence.
Her hand slowly moved to her stomach.
A habit she barely noticed anymore.
Everything had changed so quickly.
A few days ago she planned to disappear quietly.
Now she was sleeping in Ethan Black’s penthouse while the entire internet discussed her marriage.
She laughed softly to herself.
Life was cruelly unpredictable.
Her thoughts drifted toward Ethan.
Dangerous.
Again.
She closed her eyes immediately.
Trying not to replay his words.
Trying not to remember the way he looked at her lately.
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