"Help me?" Aaron’s brows knitted. "Help me with what exactly?"
Amelia swallowed hard. "Because I saw how upset you were about the divorce, and I wanted to do something for you."
She blinked, voice gentle. "Didn’t you say before that the misunderstanding between you and Emily was because of me? So I thought… maybe I should talk to her myself. Tell her there’s really nothing going on between us—so she’d stop misjudging you."
His eyes were cold, voice sharp but quiet—still carrying weight. "That’s really all? Then explain to me what they meant when they said you tried to push her down the stairs."
Amelia’s face drained of color. She gasped. "I swear I only went to talk to her! Do you know I waited outside for a whole hour? I was polite—I spoke nicely to her. She just… gave me attitude rig
