Chapter 7 Cut Off Her Waist-Length Hair That He Loved
They finished getting their nails done.
Then they went for a spa treatment.
After dropping Mia off, Amelia walked into a hair salon.
The hairstylist looked at her waist-length hair.
"You're cutting it all off? What a shame. It's so hard to grow hair this long," she said regretfully.
The hair was thick and smooth.
Really beautiful long hair.
You could tell it had been carefully maintained.
Amelia looked at herself in the mirror.
Beautiful long hair, smooth skin, a gentle pale yellow dress, paired with that stunningly beautiful face that needed no makeup.
She looked like a blooming lily.
Pure and beautiful.
Completely harmless.
She smiled calmly.
"Cut it."
The waist-length hair was what William liked.
Not what she, Amelia, liked.
The hairstylist responded and started cutting.
As the sound of scissors cutting hair filled the air, strands fell to the floor.
Just like the chains that had been wrapped around her all these years.
After a while.
Amelia looked at her completely new self in the mirror and smiled slightly.
"You really do suit this hairstyle better! So pretty!"
The hairstylist said admiringly, "It would look even better with some color and styling. Want to do that too? I recommend this one, take a look..."
Amelia looked at the brochure beside her and touched her belly.
"I'll do it later. It's too late today."
Amelia said.
The hairstylist shook her head with regret.
But Amelia smiled and said, "I'll come find you when I do it later."
This hairstylist really did good work.
"It's a promise then!" The hairstylist immediately cheered up, then went to grab a notebook and asked, "When do you think you'll come?"
Amelia looked at her belly.
"In about a week," she said softly. "By then it should be done. At most... twenty days."
If she had to stay in the hospital after the abortion.
"Alright, make sure you come." The hairstylist watched Amelia leave with eager eyes.
Amelia smiled and nodded.
After leaving with her new haircut, she walked into Urban Plaza, right in the center of Shadow City.
Luxury brands lined the area.
She looked at her gentle outfit and let out a mocking laugh.
Gentle and sweet was what William liked, because it represented obedience.
But it wasn't what she liked.
Walking into the mall.
She made a round through various stores and came out with several bags in hand.
She took a cab home.
Amelia carried the bags back home.
Looking at the new house, the new environment, the new life of living alone, her face showed neither joy nor sorrow.
She changed out of the gentle, sweet-style clothes and put on that Valentino suit with its edgy design elements.
Put the canvas bag aside and picked up the chain bag.
Kicked off the flats and put on pointed-toe heels.
Looking at herself in the mirror.
Her lips parted slightly as she said, "Amelia, happy rebirth."
But the person in the mirror wasn't smiling.
She lifted the corners of her mouth, but felt it was so fake she couldn't even fool herself.
Seven years.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't hurt.
If she didn't want to smile, then she wouldn't.
Amelia let out a long sigh, then went to prepare for tomorrow.
Since she'd already decided to start over, she'd do it right.
Tomorrow she'd go to the hospital first, then talk to Jeffrey Adams about the show.
...
The next day came quickly.
Amelia drove to the hospital first. She'd already made an appointment with the doctor.
But before she even entered the hospital parking lot, Jeffrey's call came through.
Jeffrey was the CEO of the Adams Group, Shadow City's biggest entertainment company. Backed by the Adams Group, which could rival the Brown Group, his background was solid.
Jeffrey was the third son of the Adams family, currently in charge of entertainment.
The songs Amelia had released before were under the Adams Group.
Later, after getting married, William told her to take good care of Finn. She knew Finn didn't have much time left, so she stopped making public appearances.
But Jeffrey valued her talent, so he had her compose and write lyrics under the stage name Quiana. Even if the songs were sold, it would maintain her reputation in the industry and make it easier to return later.
Because of William, Amelia had signed a confidentiality agreement with the Adams Group, personally handled by Jeffrey.
Only the two of them knew that "Quiana" was Amelia.
Back then, Amelia was immersed in the joy of marrying William and didn't pay attention.
But unexpectedly, it came true.
Thinking about this, Amelia pulled over and answered Jeffrey's call.
"Mr. Adams?" Amelia asked, puzzled.
She remembered their meeting was scheduled for the afternoon.
"Quiana, can you come to the company now?" Jeffrey's voice came through, slightly troubled.
Amelia sensed something was wrong.
Because Jeffrey called her "Quiana."
They didn't usually use that name in private.
"What's going on?" Amelia asked specifically.
Since she'd already made an appointment with the doctor, it would be best not to change plans unless it was urgent.
"Someone wants to buy your latest song." Jeffrey's voice still carried hesitation. "I hope you can come over."
Amelia frowned slightly.
She was even more confused.
She said, "Just handle it however you think is best."
The songs she'd written before were all directly managed by the Adams Group. Jeffrey wouldn't specifically call her about something like this.
"The buyer is a bit special."
Jeffrey spoke again.
Finally, he seemed to have made some kind of decision. He said, "Isabella wants to buy your song."
What?
Amelia was very surprised. Wasn't Isabella a florist?
Why would she buy a song?
Before Amelia could ask more, Jeffrey had already spoken: "The situation is a bit complicated."
"Actually, I already refused when she said she wanted to buy it, but she came directly to the company, and with her..."
Jeffrey paused slightly, then continued: "William is with her, and they're determined to get it."