Amelia POV

I couldn’t move. I stood frozen in the dining room, my hands clenched into trembling fists, heart thundering in my chest. The candles I lit earlier flickered behind me, casting shadows across the floor—shadows of a night that was supposed to be different. Romantic. Intimate. Something for us.

Instead, he walked in with a child. A living, breathing proof of a past I thought he had buried.

Lila.

Victoria’s child.

Maxwell’s daughter.

The words echoed in my mind like a ...