Chapter 19

Alexander immediately ordered that Amelia be brought to his room. When he threw the evidence in front of her, she first tried to argue, cry, and twist the truth. But under the weight of those irrefutable documents and the cold, blade-sharp stare in Alexander's eyes, her defenses crumbled completely. She collapsed onto the floor, sobbing, her voice breaking as she confessed everything. "Alex, I did it because I loved you too much. I was jealous of Eleanor. I just wanted you to care more about me and to hate Eleanor more. I was wrong! I swear I know I was wrong. Please, give me another chance!" Her makeup was smeared, her features distorted, and her face hideous in its desperation. Alexander looked down at her from above. There was no pity in him, only an emptiness so cold it sickened him. In his mind, another face appeared—Eleanor's. Even at her lowest, when she had been misunderstood, humiliated, and hurt by him, she had never begged like this. She had always carried herself wit