Goodbye to My Love

When Amelia opened the door, she almost thought she had walked into the wrong place. The house, which once held the memories of her five-year marriage, had completely changed. It broke her heart.

She had already packed most of her personal belongings before she left last time, but now it was clear that Victoria had taken advantage of her absence to remove even more of her things.

Amelia walked slowly toward the master bedroom bathroom.

On Damien’s washstand, there was a pair of red and blue toothbrushes. She looked around and saw that the entire house was filled with matching items in pairs. Couple cups, couple slippers and couple pillows were there.

Anyone who didn’t know the truth would think this was the home of a couple deeply in love.

Amelia then remembered that when she first got married, she had excitedly bought a set of couple mugs.

At the time, Damien had only glanced at them coldly and said, "What's the point of these childish things?"

After that, she never brought up the idea again.

Amelia took a deep breath, ignored everything and went to her room to pack the last of her personal belongings. She had already gotten used to being treated differently by Damien. After so many disappointments, she no longer felt anything.

She finished packing the remaining clothes and books and sent them to the Heartford Family by courier.

That evening, both Amelia and Damien received invitations to a dinner party from mutual friends. Since the invitations were sent separately. One in the name of the Heartford Family and the other in the name of the Charleston Family. Both of them arrived at the event separately.

When Amelia reached the winery, she saw Damien getting out of the car with Victoria.

Damien noticed her and, looking a bit uncomfortable, stepped forward.

"Sorry, I should have sent a driver to pick you up."

"It’s fine," Amelia replied with a polite smile.

"Besides, I have a driver too."

As more guests arrived, someone asked curiously, "When did Mr. Charleston and Miss Heartford become so close?"

Damien hesitated. He had promised Victoria that he would make their relationship public on an official occasion. But when he glanced at the petite woman beside him, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Amelia smiled brightly as she remarked, "Have you forgotten? Mr. Charleston is my boss now. Of course, I know him well."

Someone laughed as they said, "The eldest daughter of the Heartford Family working as a secretary? Isn’t that a waste of such a talented woman?"

Another person joked, "You still haven’t given up? Mr. Charleston is already married!"

The people around them chuckled.

Almost everyone in their social circle knew that Amelia had once had feelings for Damien. Everyone except Damien himself. Hearing this, Damien froze.

Before he could react, Amelia spoke lightly, "That was a long time ago. But I’ve been working with Mr. Charleston for a while now, so I got used to it. Now that you mention it, maybe I should find a more challenging job."

With just a few words, Amelia had steered the conversation in another direction and the atmosphere became lively again.

Hearing her mention leaving, Damien suddenly felt uneasy.

He forced a smile as he said, "Miss Heartford is very capable. I’d hate to lose her."

Someone else asked, "Why didn’t Mr. Charleston bring his wife tonight? Your wedding was so low-key … "

Damien responded vaguely, "She’s busy."

The guests wisely changed the topic. No one questioned why Victoria, who had no connection to the Charleston Family, was there. While Damien was caught up in drinking with friends, Victoria suddenly approached Amelia.

She smiled innocently and asked, "Sister-in-law … Oh, I-I mean, Amelia. I heard from my brother that you and Damien already agreed to divorce, right?"

Amelia looked at the woman pretending to be innocent and calmly replied, "Yes."

Victoria let out a relieved sigh, her smile growing more natural. "That’s good ... I thought you really liked my brother."

As soon as Victoria finished speaking, she acted as if she had said something wrong. She shook her head, waving her hands in panic.

"I-I didn’t mean anything bad! It’s just ... I’m just not used to my brother being someone’s husband … "

She lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her dress like a shy little girl.

But Amelia could see the hidden satisfaction in her eyes.

"Really?" Amelia asked and set down her glass, a faint smile forming on her lips.

"It sure took you a long time to feel that way."