Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 65

**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan**
**Chapter 65: Piece By Piece**

**AMY**

The week had unfolded like a tapestry woven with a multitude of events, each thread more vibrant than the last. Today marked the culmination of it all—a fundraiser. But if I were to be honest, it was one of those occasions that sparkled with glamour on the outside while feeling hollow within. The air was thick with bright lights, the incessant clicking of cameras, and a cacophony of laughter that felt more rehearsed than genuine. I had received an invitation as a guest of the Carter family, which, in reality, translated to an expectation that I would arrive, don my mask, and seamlessly blend into the crowd.

Cole had been my steadfast companion, driving me to the venue and remaining close by as we entered the grand hall. In a sea of insincere smiles and feigned camaraderie, he was my anchor, the only person I could truly trust. Mrs. Carter quickly mingled with her old acquaintances, leaving me to find my place at one of the front tables. The atmosphere felt deceptively normal until my gaze fell upon Clara, who was stationed across the room.

Clara was the center of attention, surrounded by a throng of eager photographers, all vying for her favor. She appeared radiant, yet there was an unmistakable smugness in the way she cast her eyes in my direction. I chose to ignore her and concentrated on my drink, hoping her silence from the past few weeks would continue. Perhaps she had finally learned her lesson from our last encounter, realizing that her attempts to provoke me would no longer work.

As the evening wore on, the host began his customary speech about “women shaping the future.” I sat there, my patience wearing thin, struggling to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. Across the table, Clara fiddled with her necklace, and my heart sank as I recognized it: my mother’s pendant. I was convinced she wore it deliberately. Each glance at it tightened the knot in my chest, a reminder of what she was flaunting.

The pendant glinted under the lights as she leaned forward, showcasing it like a trophy won in battle. I attempted to divert my attention, but just as I turned to engage with one of the board members, I heard a small clink. My heart dropped when I looked back to see the pendant rolling across the polished floor, finally coming to rest at Mark’s feet.

He stood there, engaged in conversation with one of the sponsors, but his attention shifted as he bent down to retrieve the pendant. The room fell into a hushed silence, a collective awareness dawning upon the crowd as they witnessed the unfolding drama.

I rose from my seat, my voice steady yet firm. “That pendant belongs to me.”

Mark looked up, surprise etched on his face, but before he could respond, Clara swooped in, clutching her chest as if struck by a sudden revelation. “Oh, thank you, Mark,” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. “I didn’t even realize it had fallen.”

I shot her a glare, disbelief coursing through me. “That’s mine, and you know it.”

She feigned confusion, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Yours? I think you’re mistaken, Amy. This was a gift.”

The nearby onlookers were now fully engaged, the tension in the air palpable. I turned to Mark, my heart racing, silently urging him to do the right thing for once.

He hesitated, just a fraction of a moment, before handing the pendant back to Clara. “You should hold on to it more carefully,” he suggested, his voice casual, as if the weight of the moment didn’t register.

Clara accepted it, slipping it into her purse with a nonchalance that stung.

I remained frozen in place, my mind racing as I processed his betrayal. This was not the first time he had chosen her over me, and it was becoming painfully clear that he was deliberately trying to punish me.

Mrs. Carter, sensing the escalating tension, interjected with an awkward laugh. “Let’s all calm down,” she urged, her voice lighthearted but strained. “It’s just jewelry. Let’s enjoy the evening.”

I sank back into my seat, the noise around me resumed, but the atmosphere remained thick with unease. My thoughts drifted elsewhere, lingering on my mother and the memories associated with that pendant. It had been a part of her, worn daily, and now it felt like a piece of her was being paraded around by someone who had no right to it.

As the event came to a close, I slipped out before anyone could detain me. The chill of the night air enveloped me, contrasting sharply with the artificial warmth of the gathering. I walked past the line of parked cars, my mind racing, trying to find clarity amidst the chaos.

“Amy,” a voice called from behind, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see Brian approaching, a look of concern etched on his face.

“You shouldn’t have let that slide,” he remarked, his tone serious.

“I didn’t let it slide,” I replied quietly, my voice barely rising above a whisper. “I simply didn’t see the point in creating another scene.”

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