Chapter 11
His fingers uncontrollably zoomed in on the photo, staring fixedly at the familiar yet unfamiliar face.
“What’s going on… Amy… is it Amelia?”
His mind went blank with shock, muttering “impossible” under his breath.
Owen’s fingers hovered in front of the screen, the woman in the photo had sharp eyes and eyebrows like knives, gradually merging with the image of her bowing her head to cook soup in his memory.
He suddenly remembered a late night when Amelia was curled up on the sofa flipping through a book titled “International Business Law“, memories slowly becoming clearer, the corner of the book with the title. Amy…
He also thought that it was just a book she borrowed, or maybe something she wrote casually.
Owen never thought of Amelia as Amy.
He had never really seen his bedmate clearly.
After a moment of daze, Owen suddenly stood up, grabbed the car keys, and rushed out.
He had to find her, had to ask her clearly!
Just as he walked out the door, his phone rang – it was the partner from the law firm.
“Owen! Have you seen the news? Amy made a comeback! She turned out
to be Amelia! Oh my god, we even asked you to contact her for help. before…”
Owen’s fingers clenched the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.
“I know, he said hoarsely. “I’ll go find her now.”
The person on the other end of the phone was stunned: “Where are you going to find her? Isn’t she already…”
“New York.”
He hung up the phone, stepped on the gas, and the car shot out like an
arrow.
When Owen arrived in New York, it was already late at night.
He did not go to the hotel, but drove directly to Phantom Law Firm. However, when he arrived, the building was already dark. He stood outside, looking up at the dark windows, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of her figure.
“Amelia……Amy……”
These two names intertwined in his mind, like a dull knife slowly cutting through his sanity.
He dialed the phone number of his old classmate from the New York State Bar Association and said hoarsely, “Help me check Amy’s true identity.”
The other person exclaimed in surprise, “You didn’t know? Amy is Amelia, she suddenly disappeared three years ago for some reason, and now she’s back… Wait, Amelia… isn’t she your wife?!”
The voice on the other end of the phone was filled with confusion and shock, while Owen’s fingers almost crushed the phone.
Originally, the whole world knew that only he was kept in the dark.
Back at the hotel. Owen sat on the edge of the bed, his head pounding.
He scrolled through the few Amelia photos in his phone – mostly of her standing quietly in a corner or her back as she cooked. He had never taken a serious photo of her face, just as he had never truly understood
her.
He suddenly became somewhat angry, angry at Amelia’s silence, angry
his own refusal to listen.
Owen suddenly smashed his phone against the wall, the sound of the screen shattering echoing loudly in the quiet room.
The next day, New York County Supreme Court.
Amelia had just finished a trial and walked out of the courtroom with steady steps.
She was dressed in a neatly tailored black suit, her long hair pulled up high, her eyes sharp as knives, completely different from the gentle “Mrs. Haves” of the past three years.
“Amelia!”
A familiar voice came from behind. She hesitated for a moment but didn’t
turn around.
Owen caught up with long strides and grabbed her wrist, his grip so strong that it made her furrow her brow slightly.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were Amy?” His voice was low and hoarse, with suppressed anger.
Amelia slowly turned around, looking at him with a calm gaze, a hint of a cold smile playing at the corner of her lips.
“Why didn’t I tell you? Mr. Hayes, we’ve been married for three years, have you ever cared? You’ve always ignored me, never once asked me directly, and now you come to question me about why I kept it from you?”
