Amelia kept her hands tight on the steering wheel as she drove through the quiet streets, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The moment she had left Andrew standing outside her door, she had forced herself not to break down. Not yet. There was still something she needed to do.
Oliver.
Her sweet boy was waiting for her at Andrew’s mansion, unaware of the chaos that had unraveled in the past few weeks. A part of her ached at the thought of separating him from the life of luxury he had unknowingly been thrust into, but she refused to let her son grow up in a place where his mother was treated as disposable.
She would not allow history to repeat itself.
As she pulled up to the grand iron gates of Andrew’s estate, she inhaled deeply, trying to steady her nerves. The towering structur
