After a messy breakup Amelia decided to move to France along with her parents,with a lesson that never fall in love again but her parents decided to get her married to her childhood bestfriend the famous playboy billionaire Carver Anderson in order...
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Amelia’s POV
I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut behind me. Hot tears streamed down my face as I collapsed onto my bed, burying my face into the pillow.
Why is my life like this?
Eric cheated on me… with her. My own mother believed that snake over me. And Carver—the one person I called my best friend—chose her side.
I had no idea what to do. The humiliation, the heartbreak—it all swirled inside me like a storm with no end. I must have cried myself to sleep because the next thing I knew, the sky outside was barely lit, and my pillow was damp with tears. I was still in yesterday’s clothes, my soul as crumpled as the fabric clinging to me.
I peeled off my jeans and shirt, walking to the bathroom in my underwear. Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at myself. My reflection stared back, puffy-eyed and broken.
What’s wrong with me? Why does no one ever choose me?
“I have curves too,” I whispered to no one. “Maybe not like hers, but I exist. I matter.”
Tears welled up again.
And then I heard her—my inner voice. "When did you start caring about what they think?" "If they can’t see your worth, that’s their problem. Stop giving a damn."
She was right. I wasn’t weak. I just forgot how strong I used to be.
“No more crying,” I whispered, wiping my cheeks. “I have to prove Anna wrong.”
I took a hot shower and let the water wash off everything that had clung to me—grief, shame, anger. I got dressed in a soft pink dress, something that felt like me, and sat on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through my phone.
Disappointment lingered, especially with Carver. He trusted her. He believed her. He’s not my best friend anymore—just another billionaire wrapped in charm and ego.
Flashback
Years ago, a friend I trusted had tried to spread nasty rumors about me. Everyone believed her—except Carver. He stood by me, like a knight guarding his castle.
When I asked why he did that, he told me something I’d never forgotten: “I’ll believe you, even if the world says you’re wrong—even if you betray me.”
But that was back when we were kids. Back when promises were dreams, not lies.
And now? I don’t even know what Anna’s real game is. Just a few days ago, Suzzie told me Anna and Eric were still together. So how did she go from being with him to getting engaged to Carver?
Something doesn’t add up.
Just then, my phone rang. It was Suzzie. Like always, she called at exactly the moment I needed her.
“Hey, Amelia. Are you okay? I don’t know why, but I felt off… so I called.”
That’s what our friendship was. When she hurt, I did. When I cried, she knew—even from miles away.
“I miss you,” I whispered.
“What happened?” she asked, her voice full of concern.
I told her everything—Anna, Carver, my mom, the fight.
“That b*tch,” she hissed.
“Don’t curse,” I sniffled. “Tell me what to do.”
“Amelia… you said she’s marrying Carver? Girl, I just found out she went with Eric to his hometown. He proposed to her.”
“What?” My body went cold. Tears spilled down again, uninvited. Eric proposed to her?
Suzzie heard my sobs. “No, Amelia! He’s not worth it. Don’t you dare cry over him.”
“I-I’ll call you back. I just need a moment,” I said.
“Promise me you won’t cry.”
“I promise.”
A soft knock echoed on my door. “Melissa, dear. It’s Aunt Elizabeth. No one’s here but me.”
She’s the only one who truly cared, the one who always made time for me—unlike my mom, who was probably helping Anna plan her wedding.
I opened the door, and without a word, she hugged me.
“Come, child. Let’s eat together. You haven’t eaten since last night—and I chose to be hungry with you.”
That hit me. For the first time, I realized I hadn’t even touched dinner. Me—skipping a meal because of some guy. That wasn’t me. It can’t be me.
No more.
Aunt Elizabeth fed me with her own hands, and I did the same. Silence surrounded us, comforting yet heavy. That was until I noticed eyes watching us.
Mom. Dad. Uncle Rick. Carver.
They stood in the doorway, quiet… solemn.
“Amelia,” Dad said gently. “We’re sorry.”
“We all are,” they said in unison.
Anna and her lover—Eric—were clearly up to something. But now, I wasn't the only one who saw it. I wasn’t alone in this anymore.
And I was done letting cheaters ruin the people I loved.
