Chapter 63 Chapter 63
Amelia
“I am fucked.” The words glared at me from my phone screen, harsh and panicked. My heart skipped, I called Adele immediately, but she didn’t pick up. I tried again and still she wasn’t picking up.
A cold feeling settled in my chest, I leaned forward and told the driver, “I will meet you at home.” Before he could ask anything, I was already opening the car door and hailing another ride straight to Adele’s apartment.
When I got there, the door was unlocked, I stepped inside and my heart broke instantly.
Adele was on the floor, her back against the couch, a bottle of alcohol hanging loosely from her hand. Her face was red and swollen, tears streaming down nonstop as her body shook with sobs.
“Adele,” I whispered, rushing to her side.
“What happened to you?” I asked, kneeling in front of her.
She tried to speak but instead burst into louder tears. I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly as she cried against my chest, her pain soaking into me. I rubbed her back, letting her cry it out, my own chest aching for her.
After a while, she pulled back slightly, her voice breaking.
“Do you know that Rafe has an identical twin brother?” she said between sobs. “And they have both been playing me… for a long time.”
I froze. “What?” I asked softly. “Adele, slow down. What are you talking about?”
She wiped her face with shaky hands and tried to calm herself enough to explain. As she talked, everything started to make sense—the confusion, the mixed signals, the moments she thought he was changing, only for him to act completely different the next day.
By the time she finished, my hands were clenched into fists. Anger burned through me.
The thought of them messing with her emotions, toying with her heart like it meant nothing, made my blood boil. I wanted to march straight to his office and beat the hell out of both of them.
No one gets to break my friend like this and walk away untouched.
“Girl, you are going to be fine,” I said softly, holding her hands and looking straight into her eyes. “And they deserve hell for playing with your heart like that.”
She gave a weak nod, her eyes still glossy with tears, and leaned back into the couch. As I watched her, something heavy settled inside my chest.
I realized then that maybe this wasn’t just Adele’s story. It was mine too. It felt like a curse—one we both shared. We kept falling for the wrong men, giving our hearts to people who didn’t deserve them, and each time, we were left bleeding in ways we never imagined possible. No matter how strong we tried to be, the damage always seemed deeper than the last.
I stayed with Adele for hours. We talked, cried, and at some point, even laughed a little. By the time evening came, she looked calmer, more like herself again. I made sure she ate something, tucked her into bed, and promised to check on her later.
When I finally left her apartment, the night felt unusually quiet.
On my way home, my thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning. I couldn’t help but notice how much of our lives had revolved around men, loving them, losing them, trying to heal from them. It felt like a cycle we kept repeating, and no matter how hard we tried, we never truly broke free.
But this time, I wanted things to be different. I made a decision right there in the car.
I was going to take control of my life again. I would take back my company, focus on what truly mattered. I had my kids. I had my friend. That was more than enough.
Men no longer get to be the center of my world. Tonight, I would talk to Maxwell. I needed to know exactly what he expected from this marriage. If all he wanted was a child, then maybe a surrogate would be the solution.
Once all the conditions were met, I would walk away from his life for good.
I got into the house and found Maxwell sitting alone in the living room, relaxed like he hadn’t a care in the world.
“Hello,” I said quietly. I hesitated before adding, “I don’t know if we can talk right now.”
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on me. “What do you want to talk about?” he asked calmly.
I took a deep breath and sat down across from him. My heart was beating fast, but I forced myself to stay composed. “I have been thinking about the conditions of this marriage,” I said slowly, choosing my words carefully.
“You said that once I give you a child, I’m free to leave.”
He nodded slightly, waiting. “So I thought about it,” I continued. “What if we use a surrogate? Your sperm, my egg. That way, there’s a child, and everything is settled.”
The change in his expression was immediate.
His eyes darkened, and the room suddenly felt heavy. “If I wanted a surrogate,” he said coldly, “I wouldn’t have given you those pills.”
My brows furrowed. “What are you implying?”
He leaned forward. “Or is there something wrong with your womb? Is that why you are suggesting this?”
I stared at him in shock, anger rushing through me. “Where is that even coming from?” I snapped. “You want a child—what difference does it make who carries the baby, as long as the child exists?”
My hands trembled as I spoke. “Why are you making this so difficult?”
Inside, panic and frustration twisted together. Why did he want to tie me to his life so badly? I already felt like I had lost control over my own choices, my own body.
Before he could respond, a soft, unfamiliar voice came from behind me. “Hey baby, I was waiting for you upstairs.”
Slowly, I turned toward the stairs. Standing there was Rhea, his ex-wife dressed in a sheer nightgown that left very little to the imagination. Our eyes met, and for a second, we both looked equally stunned.
Then her shock turned into fury. “What on earth is this home wrecker doing here?” she screamed as she stormed down the stairs.
I stood up immediately, “What is your ex doing here?” I asked Maxwell, my voice shaking with anger.
He didn’t answer, he just sat there, relaxed, a smug smirk playing on his lips.
In that moment, something inside me snapped. I realized how stupid I had been to pity him, to think there was something more to him, something redeemable. He had just proven that he was no different from the rest, just another piece of shit wearing a nice suit.
“Maxwell, what the hell is she doing here?” Rhea screamed, turning fully toward him.
“What business do you have with a woman who ruined our marriage?” She pointed at me angrily. “Are you fucking her again?”
That was it. “Shut the fuck up, you bitch,” I spat, stepping forward. “You were sleeping with another woman’s fiancé while you were still married, and you have the audacity to call me a home wrecker?”
Her confidence crumbled instantly. Her eyes faltered, her lips moved, but no words came out. For once, she had nothing to say.
I turned to Maxwell, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “If you are going to keep bringing your sluts into this house,” I yelled, “then why marry me in the first place? Why not ask them to bear children for you instead of tying me to your pathetic, miserable life?”
The room went dead silent. “Wait… you are married to her?” Rhea suddenly yelled, her eyes widening as she stared at Maxwell in disbelief.
Before anyone could say anything else, Maxwell slammed his hand hard on the table. “Enough!” he barked. “This is my house, and I decide who stays here and who doesn’t.”
He turned to me, his face dark with anger. “I do things my way. Your duty is to obey me and do exactly as I say, or you will face the consequences.”
His words sent a cold chill through me. I didn’t respond. I simply shoved past Rhea, pushing her out of my way, and walked straight to my room without looking back.
Author's note: Author is just realizing that the ml is very stupid😂