"I can't continue like this," I murmured to myself, my voice barely heard above the drone of the coffee maker. My hands shook while I filled a cup, the deep fragrance hardly calming my anxiety. For nights now, sleep had eluded me, each hour that went by pulling the knot of guilt in my chest tighter.
Ryan was expected to arrive shortly—yet another of his unexpected drop-ins. Ever since the proposal, he had been arriving unexpectedly, a spirited and dedicated fiancé, enthusiastic about looking after me and his alleged child. I gulped with difficulty, nausea surging at the idea. This was not what he deserved.
Andrew didn't either.
His words from last night echoed in my mind. “Say I’m mistaken.”
I did not respond. Unable to respond. He had departed, yet not before making a promise that deeply unsettled me. "I'll uncover the truth, Amelia." "You can rely on that."
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