The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Overjoyed, Amelia put on the white shirt, which looked oversized on her. She even twirled in front of the mirror. The abrupt
ringing of her phone scared her.
Amelia tiptoed to the bed and grabbed her phone. She panicked when she saw the call from her mother.
In the end, she took the call, not wanting her mother to worry.
"Why aren't you home yet, Amelia? Where are you?" Celeste sounded worried.
"I-I'm fine, Mom. I'm doing well."
"Where are you now?"
"I'm in Savrow with Steve..."
Amelia plucked up the courage. "I'm not going home tonight, Mom. Steve is upset. I want to stay here and keep him company."
The silence on the other end of the line put her on edge.
Moments later, Celeste asked in a murmur, "Are you at a hotel or your sister's property in Savrow?"
"Neither. Steve has his own place in Savrow." Amelia's words trailed off. She blushed just talking about it.
"I see you have made your decision, Amelia. Are you comfortable with your decision?"
Amelia batted her lashes in a daze. "Huh?"
"Steven is a good kid. You're 22 now. I know I can't keep you from doing what you want." "Mom, I..."
Celeste sighed, her gentle tone holding no resentment. She was still concerned, though. "No need to explain, Amelia. I've been
there. I won't stop you if you have made up your mind to give yourself to Steven, but please use protection. You aren't married
yet. Even if you love him, you must protect yourself. I know that Steve loves you very much. He will do what is best."
Amelia was moved to tears, her heart racing and her cheeks blushing.
Amelia waited in the room for a while. Since Steven was nowhere to be found, she thought she should make the first move.
She walked into the kitchen and heard something boiling on the stove.

With his back facing her, Steven stood in front of the stove. Amelia called out his name twice, but he did not respond.
Amelia approached Steven and hugged him from behind, her voice soft and tender. "Steve? What's wrong? Why are you lost in
your thoughts?"
Dumbstruck, Steven frantically wiped his tears. However, it was too late, as the woman caught him in the act.
"Are you crying, Steve?"
"I'm fine." Steven dropped his head to shy away from her gaze. A teardrop slid across his chin into the pot of milk.
Amelia circled him, then gently placed her hands on his shoulders, turning him to face her. She became anxious and heartbroken
to see tear stains on his face. Amelia reached out to touch his face.
"Fine? Your eyes are red. What's wrong? Don't hide the truth from me, Steve. Don't scare me!"
Steven felt his chest tighten. "I'm sorry to put you through everything today, Amelia. I feel angry and useless."