Chapter 89
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MRS. Harlow’s gasp still lingered in the air, her eyes wide as she turned fully to her daughter. She pressed her hand against Amelia’s shoulder, voice trembling.
“What has he come to do?” she asked urgently. “How did you know p>
Amelia swallowed, pointing to the laptop with a shaky hand.
“Look. Right there p>
Mrs. Harlow leaned down, squinting at the footage. The timestamp read today. The cameras had caught Adrian walking with a certain sharpness in his steps, his suit crisp, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t wandering or lost, he was deliberate. His eyes scanned the surroundings, pausing at the reception desk, then glancing around the lounge like a man on a mission.
“I knew the moment I saw him,” Amelia said, her voice low but firm, her fingers tightening on the edge of the table. “The way he walked in, the way he looked around… He wasn’t there by chance. He came with a reason p>
Mrs. Harlow straightened slowly, alarm etched deeper on her face.
“So what? He is still your husband,” she reminded.
She sighed.
“I want my peace of mind, mother. This man needs not to bridge, I asked him never to show up-
“Oh come on,” her mother gently cut in, “but that was months ago, when wounds were fresh. Now, it is healing, or isn’t it p>
“I don’t care. Rules are rules. He should respect it!” She immediately reached out for her phone. Her mother sighed, watching her. 1
It was evening, night just beginning to crawl in, when Claire pulled her car to a stop in front of Amelia’s house. The air felt heavy, as though the universe itself held its breath for what was about to unfold. With trembling hands, Claire gathered her courage and rang the bell.
The door opened. For the first time in a long while, Amelia didn’t slam it shut in her face. She didn’t push her away, didn’t fight or rant, didn’t threaten to call the cops. She simply stepped aside, cold and silent, eyes fixed somewhere far beyond Claire’s presence, as though she was expecting her.
Claire entered, her chest rising and falling with nervous breaths.
“Thank you,” she whispered, though Amelia gave no response
Inside, the house was quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Amelia sat at the dining table, her face as impassive as stone, her hands resting lightly on her belly. She didn’t look at her sister, not even once. But she didn’t send her away either.
Claire’s voice trembled as she began.
“Amelia… I know I wronged you. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, not after everything I did. But I have waited… I have waited so long, hoping you would give me another chance. You haven’t, and I understand. I was cruel, selfish… I hurt you in ways I can never take back p>
Her eyes welled up as her words began to choke her.
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“But you are still my sister. And I still love you. That bond- nothing can erase it, Amelia. Not even my mistakes. I came here tonight not to fight, not to force, but to plead… to beg you to let me try again p>
Amelia remained silent, her expression unreadable, but something in her eyes flickered, a shadow of emotion, almost too quick to catch. Claire saw it. And though Amelia didn’t speak, didn’t move, Claire pressed on.
“I had planned to leave,” Claire confessed through tears. “To relocate, to go far away and start over. I thought maybe that would make things easier for you p>
Her voice cracked.
“If you never forgive me, I will understand. But I need you to know- I love you. You are still my sister. And I will always be here p>
Silence stretched in the room, thick and heavy, but different this time. Amelia’s lips parted, as though she wanted to speak… but no words came. Her hands tightened against her stomach, and she inhaled sharply.
Claire, thinking her speech had finally pierced through, began to rise from her chair.
“I will go now,” she said softly, her cheeks wet with tears.
But just as she turned, Amelia let out a sharp, piercing scream that shook the air. Her body folded over the table, her fists slamming down against it as she cried out.
“Amelia!” Claire rushed to her side, panic flooding her veins. “What is it p>
“The babies-!” Amelia gasped, her face pale as beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. “The babies!” She clutched her belly, her voice frantic, hitting her palms together as another contraction ripped through her.
Claire’s heart lurched. She didn’t need a doctor to tell her what was happening. It was time. Labour had come.
Springing into action, Claire wrapped her arms around her sister, supporting her as Amelia staggered to her feet.
“Hold on, I have got you,” she whispered fiercely, slipping an arm around Amelia’s waist.
Their mother wasn’t home, she had been out, deliberately giving the sisters space, never imagining it would turn into this. Claire was all Amelia had in that moment.
They half-walked, half-stumbled out of the house, Amelia crying out with each step, her nails digging into Claire’s arm as waves of pain tore through her. Claire, trembling but determined, got her into the car, quickly fastening the seatbelt before running around to the driver’s side.
The engine roared to life, and Claire sped off into the night, her knuckles white against the steering wheel, glancing at her sister every few seconds. Amelia writhed and moaned, clutching her belly, her breaths coming in
gasps.
“Hold on, Amelia! Just hold on for me,” Claire begged, her voice breaking. “We are going to the hospital. You are not alone. I’m here… I promise, I’m right here p>
The night swallowed the car as it raced down the road, headlights cutting through the darkness- two sisters bound again, not by forgiveness yet, but by blood, urgency, and the raw force of love.
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