Amelia’s POV
The night wrapped itself around me like a suffocating shroud, its oppressive silence amplifying the chaos within. After tucking Mark into bed, I sat in the living room, staring at the wall as Daniel’s words from earlier cut through my thoughts like a razor:
“Stop acting like a victim.”
Victim. Did he just call me a victim?
The word was a slap in the face. A cruel accusation from the same man who had abandoned me when I needed him the most.
I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as anger roared to life inside me. “How dare he?” I hissed through gritted teeth. “How dare he twist everything to make me the villain?”
My body trembled, a potent mix of rage and exhaustion coursing through me. Daniel had always been a master manipulator, turning every argument on its head until
