AMELIA

I started long and hard at the divorce papers, even after they brought up my breakfast.

It might’ve been an excuse on my end to leave the food untouched.

Though Roman had reassured me that it would be tasted and that nothing would happen, all that was just because he wanted my signature.

How sure am I that he isn’t the one who poisoned me.

That idea scared me more than an unknown person doing it.

“No, Amelia…soon you’ll be far away, none of this will matter!” I muttered to myself.

I will leave everything behind as soon as I have my feet planted properly. I will live the life I choose for myself.

With a resigned sigh, I picked up the papers and made my way down stairs.

I wasn’t aware of how much time had passed until I looked out the window and saw the moon was almost up.

I reached the living room with the papers in hand but there was no sign of Roman.

Does he have a study somewhere?

Just then, Trenton and a maid walked out of the kitchen, Trenton gave her orders