The world now knew Amelia Sinclair’s name.
Not as Sebastian Hawke’s wife.
Not as a pawn in a contract.
Not even as a scandal.
They knew her because she had finally spoken—not with rage, not with tears, but with calm, cutting honesty. And it resonated far beyond the gossip columns and boardrooms.
Her statement, shared with quiet dignity, was hailed as one of the most graceful responses to scandal in recent memory. Talk shows analyzed it. Commentators praised it. Women across the world posted messages of solidarity, turning #AmeliaSpeaks into a trending hashtag.
But while the world talked, Amelia did something else.
She packed a box.
Not from her apartment.
From her office at Hawke Industries.
Arms folded, Sebastian watched her fit her belongings into the box—pictures, notebooks, h
