Amelia POV

The night dragged on like a cruel symphony, every ticking second a sharp note against my fraying nerves. I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Maxwell’s scrawled words burned against the darkness—You killed her. I can’t forgive you.

The divorce papers lay spread out on my vanity, illuminated by the dim yellow light of the bedside lamp. I had read them so many times that the words had begun to blur, yet the pain remained sharp. Each clause, each ...