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58. dream

Author POV

(Flashback to the afternoon in the dance club of Burgeon University)

The rhythmic beats of the dance club pulsed through the air as Amelia swayed to the music, laughing as she twirled with Henry. The colorful lights flickered around them, casting playful shadows on the dance floor.

As they danced, Amelia leaned closer to Henry and spoke over the music. "You know, I suddenly remembered something."

Henry spun her around before raising a brow. "What is it?"

"I used to write in a diary- the one you gifted me on my birthday," she said, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "But I can’t remember where I kept it. I think I might have left it in the storeroom of the Brown family’s house."

Henry’s smile faded slightly. He knew exactly why Amelia didn’t want to return to that place. His grip on her hand tightened reassuringly. "Are you thinking of going back there?"

Amelia hesitated, then shook her head. "No… I don’t want to step foot in that house ever again."

Henry nodded in understanding. "Maybe all your stuff was moved to the Davies Mansion?"

Amelia considered it for a moment. That’s possible… Without wasting time, she pulled out her phone and called Lily.

"Hello, Lily?" Amelia asked as soon as the call connected. "Were all my belongings brought to the Davies Mansion from my uncle’s house?"

Lily responded quickly. "Yes, Miss. Everything was moved. Nothing was left behind. Are you searching for something?"

"No.. just asking" she responded
Amelia bit her lip, processing the information. If all my things are here, then the diary must be in the mansion… but where?

After ending the call, she went back to Davies Mansion dropped by Rose as usual. And spent the next few hours searching through every corner of her room, checking the drawers, closets, and even the storage rooms. Lily told her belongings were usually kept in the office room or library cabinet. But no matter how hard she looked, the diary was nowhere to be found.

Frustration bubbled inside her. It has to be here…
Then, a memory surfaced in her mind.
Her butterfly necklace… The wooden box…
Both of them were taken yet somehow, Edward had them.

A suspicion crept into her thoughts, making her heart race. What if… Edward has my diary too?

(At present)
Amelia stood in front of Edward, her heart pounding in her chest. She had suspected it, but now she needed to hear it from him.

"You have my diary, don’t you, Edward?" Her voice was quiet but firm, her eyes searching his face for the truth.

Edward didn’t answer right away. His expression was unreadable, his silence stretching between them. Then, after a moment, he exhaled and nodded. "Yes," he admitted.

Amelia’s lips parted slightly, but she wasn’t done. "You… read my personal diary?"

Edward clenched his jaw, his hands resting at his sides. There was no point in lying now. He took another brief pause before responding, "Yes. I did."

A sharp breath left Amelia’s lips. Her throat tightened, and her hands trembled slightly. "You… read everything?" Her voice wavered. "Everything that happened in the Brown house… how they treated me…"

Her eyes filled with unshed tears, her mind racing through all the painful memories she had locked away in that diary the silent suffering, the sleepless nights, the hunger, the punishments, the cruel words that had cut deeper than any wound. And now, Edward knew.