The soft knock on the hotel door came just after midnight.
Amelia didn’t flinch.
She’d been expecting it.
She moved slowly, deliberately, sliding the safety chain across before opening the door just a c***k.
Sebastian stood on the other side.
Disheveled. Haunted.
His gaze clashed with hers—dark, unreadable, but burning with urgency.
“You found out,” he said quietly.
“I did,” she replied, voice cold.
"I never intended for it to go that far."
She closed the door in his face.
He stayed behind.
A long moment passed, her heart hammering, her thoughts a whirlwind of betrayal and confusion. Then—
Knock.
Again.
A pause.
“Amelia, I ended it,” he said through the door. “Weeks ago. Before anything started between us. I had him watching you when I thought you were working with Isabelle
