Shrugging, I bite my lip and take a seat next to her in this bright white kitchen. “At first, I thought Leonidas found out and made her break up with me—”
“He didn’t,” she interrupts, dropping her chin in the palm of her hand. “Are you sure this wasn’t mutual?”
I mutter, “I’ve never been so sure in my life. I love that girl.”
Tapping her nails on the counter while she thinks, she stresses, “Well, she lied to me, and that isn’t like her at all. So, now, that makes me feel like there’s something wrong.”
Yeah, I’m starting to think that too. Why wouldn’t she just own it if she broke up with me? Twisting the truth isn’t Amelia. She would never lie.
“How is she?”
She stares up at the ceiling. “She didn’t come out of her room for seven days. We finally got her out of the house yesterday. But she’s still not doing well. She’s really bummed out.” She shrugs, biting her lip.
Huh.
“You didn’t fight for her?”
I’d burn down the world for her. Of course I fought. But I’d never force her to stay in a relationship with me if she didn’t want that.
My voice is tortured as I speak about the past. “Of course I did. But I wasn’t going to beg her to stay with me if she wasn’t happy.” I shake my head. “All I want is for her to be happy. I’ll live with the pain all my life, knowing she wasn’t happiest with me, and if letting her go is what makes her thrive in happiness, I’ll live through the heartbreak. I only let her go because I thought she wanted this …” I trail off, swallowing tightly.
Trinity looks like she’s about to cry. “I hate that Amelia’s always right.”
I raise a brow, my stomach feeling ill from my sudden discovery.
“You are a decent guy. I hate you for that. I really wanted to hate you. But areyou thinking the same thing I’m thinking?” Trinity watches me. “I think this breakup goes a lot deeper than what we know. She’s definitely keeping something from us. Since it happened so out of the blue and she lied.” She gives me a serious look. “I’m going to get it out of her, and I’ll let you know.”
Nodding once, I glare at the wall ahead of me. I hear her exit the room before I pinch my nose in frustration and drop my head in my hand.
I don’t know what the hell is happening, but I know Amelia and I aren’t the only ones included in this drama. There has to be someone else. And when I get my hands on them, it’s game over.
I’m getting my girl back even if I die doing it.
She’s mine.
CHAPTER50
AMELIA
“You look so hot,” Trinity says from beside me while she stares into my soul through the mirror.
Elijah waves her off from the other side of me. “She already knows she does. But this”—he waves a hand to my cleavage—“isn’t appreciated.”
I narrow my eyes at my brother. “I’m hardly showing my boobs. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not being ridiculous. I’m realistic,” he snarks back. “And I know you’re trying to kill me.”
“She’s trying to give Levi a heart attack,” Trinity points out, like I’m not standing right beside her.
“About that.” Elijah pulls me away from my floor-to-ceiling mirror in my closet and walks me over to my bed and sits me on it.
“Oh no, another interrogation,” I whine as they stand in front of me with serious looks on their faces.
“I saw Levi at the studio,” Trinity starts off.
I interrupt her, “I really don’t want to talk about him right now. It’s bad enough that I’m seeing him tonight after our breakup and we have to pretend we’re in love. Can you just let this rest until tomorrow?”
I’m already filled with so much anxiety about tonight, and I’m also grieving the loss of him in my life.
