Amelia’s gaze wandered with his words and memories of their childhood came flooding back. It was strange how easily they all came to mind, how vivid the images were despite the years that had passed.
Damien smiled nostalgically, but then his voice faltered, as if he’d just remembered something. "And the fountain ... When Victoria came for the first time, she insisted on eating skewers, despite the unhealthy food. She wore a white dress, a bow tie and ... acted like a spoiled child."
Amelia’s heart clenched at the mention of Victoria.
Damien had effortlessly tied every memory to her, while the same moments, once shared between him and Amelia, were now forgotten or overshadowed by Victoria’s presence. It felt like every corner of their history had been claimed by her. Amelia felt like a joke.
It was said that a man who had a childhood sweetheart could never forget her, but here she was, Amelia, the childhood companion, cast aside.
As soon as the car stopped, the sharp ringtone of Damien’s phone shattered the quiet.
"What? Victoria had a car accident?" Damien’s face turned pale.
"I’ll be there soon!"
He didn’t even bother entering the Heartford Family’s gate. He was already in motion.
"Baby, I’ll make it up to you next time," he called over his shoulder, rushing off.
Amelia glanced at the calendar on her phone. Today was the day Victoria’s divorce was official.
"There won’t be a next time, Damien," she whispered to herself, gathering the supplements and walking towards the villa alone.
Her parents had been waiting by the door.
After the usual greetings, her mother hesitated.
"Did Damien go to park the car?"
"He went to find his sister," Amelia answered, her voice calm despite the chaos she felt inside.
Her mother’s brow furrowed.
"That girl ... is already … ?"
"Yes, she’s no longer a member of the Charleston Family," Amelia said simply, telling her the truth about the marriage agreement.
The mention of Victoria caused her father to explode with anger. He fainted on the spot.
Amelia’s heart raced as she dialed Damien’s number. Her husband couldn’t have gone far and getting him to the hospital would be faster than waiting for an ambulance.
Beep … beep … ! The phone rang, but no one answered. Frustration boiled in her chest. Ameia then helped her father up and drove him to the hospital herself. Thankfully, her father was fine.