Chapter 38: Trust Issues

I took a deep breath, staring at the stack of folders on the desk in front of me. They were all well-kept, which was indicative of Andrew's compulsive demand for order. It was starting to feel oppressive that he insisted on managing every part of my life.

When I initially consented to stay here, I assured myself that it would only be for a short time, until the media frenzy subsided. However, weeks had gone by and I was still no closer to becoming independent again. I couldn't shake the shadow of Andrew's ever-present presence.

From the doorway, he said, "You haven't eaten."

I turned to see him standing there with an unreadable expression on his face and a nicely made suit.

“I’m not hungry,” I said curtly, getting back to the paperwork.

“You need to take care of yourself, Amelia,” he murmured, coming inside. “And the baby.”

“I am taking care of myself,” I yelled, my irritation spilling over. “What I don’t need is you micromanaging every area of my life.”