Amelia bit her lip until she tasted blood, refusing to make a sound. She refused to cry. She refused to feel.
A week later, sunlight streamed through the gauze curtains of the nursing center, casting a warm glow on the bed.
Amelia put down her phone. The screen still showed Victoria’s latest vlog. In the video, Damien was tying Victoria’s shoelaces, his attention fully on her. They laughed together, looking so happy.
Expressionless, Amelia locked the screen as if she hadn't seen anything.
Suddenly, the door swung open.
"Amelia!" Damien rushed in, his face filled with panic.
"How are you-"
As he got closer, he noticed how pale she was. Her lips were almost colorless.
His brows furrowed as he asked, "Is it your irregular periods again? Why didn’t you tell me?"
Amelia had long been used to her health issues. Since she had instructed the maid not to mention her miscarriage, Damien simply assumed she was recovering from her usual condition. Unfortunately, he took it for granted.
Amelia looked at him quietly.
In the past, whenever she felt unwell, she would act spoiled and ask him to stay with her.
But this time, she hadn’t even called.
Seventeen unanswered calls. It was no different from calling zero times. Why should she keep setting herself up for disappointment?
"I thought you were too busy," Amelia said softly.
"Besides, I didn’t want to disturb you."
Damien’s heart tightened at what his wife just said.
He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms as he said, "I’m your husband. You can always call me."
Amelia didn’t push him away, but she didn’t return the hug either. She leaned against his shoulder and suddenly asked, "Is it the same as with Victoria?"
The moment the words left her lips, she regretted them. She sounded like a jealous woman fighting for his attention. Damien stiffened slightly, but then he smiled and stroked her hair. "Of course, it’s the same."
Just then, Amelia’s phone rang.
It was Julian. She answered briefly in front of Damien, keeping her words short before hanging up. Damien frowned.
"Come to think of it, I saw Felicia’s husband a few days ago. They don’t seem like they’re getting divorced."
"It was Felicia’s decision alone," Amelia said calmly, hiding her emotions.
"Her husband doesn’t know yet."
Damien looked confused as he asked, "But isn’t divorce something both people should agree on?"