Perhaps it was guilt gnawing at Aaron, but whatever the reason, he ended up staying for hours—well into the night—before finally leaving.
The moment his foot stepped out the door, Amelia’s expression dropped like a mask slipping.
Of course she thought this place wasn’t nearly big enough. Her sorry excuse of an ex-husband had made her sign a prenup before they got married, like she was some schemer he had to guard against.
So when they split, all she was left with were a few gifts—nothing more.
The car he gave her? Sold long before she came back. The designer bags and jewelry? Barely worth anything secondhand. She kept them for appearances’ sake, not resale value.
Now, she lived off what the studio paid her—not a small sum by normal standards. As a single woman, she could get by comf
