No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 709

Chapter 709 Faye’s Darkness

“So she came up with something worse.”

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Mason closed his eyes for a moment, unable to watch the color drain further from Amelia’s face. “She switched you with Beatrice, who had been born in the same hospital around the same time. And she put the pendant on you herself, the one Demi had already commissioned as a keepsake for her daughter.

“Demi meant that pendant as a token, something to identify you by. In Faye’s hands it became a tracking marker, something she could use to track you later.

“That’s the actual reason you and Beatrice ended up with each other’s lives. Everything that came after traces back to that.”

So that was it.

Amelia had spent years assuming that whoever had brought her into the world simply hadn’t wanted her, that her birth parents had discarded her without a second thought. She had mocked herself for it in quiet moments, told herself she was probably never expected or wanted in the first place.

And the whole truth was that it had come down to a single woman’s unhinged, consuming revenge against someone she could never be.

Amelia’s eyes couldn’t hold it anymore. The tears came down fast and hot, and she didn’t try to stop them.

She wasn’t crying for the twenty years that had been stolen from her.

She was crying for her mother, who had gone to her grave never knowing her daughter was alive, who had spent whatever time she had left drowning in guilt over a death that had never actually happened.

A knock at the hospital room door broke the silence.

Mason stood and answered it, Lenny was in the doorway.

He looked a decade older than he had at dinner. The grief that had moved through him had left its marks on every line of his face, and his whole bearing carried the weight of someone who had been crushed by

Mason looked back at Amelia with a quiet, questioning expression. “It’s Lenny. Do you want to see him?”

Amelia went still.

She sat with it for a moment, her emotions too tangled to be named.

Then she lifted her hand and pressed the back of it firmly against her face, clearing the tears from her cheeks.

“Yes.”

Mason understood without needing anything more. He said softly, “I’ll step out and let the doctor know you’re awake. Press the call button if you need anything.

Chapter 709 Faye’s Darkness

He pulled the door open and left, giving them the room. It was… an emotional reunion.

Lenny stood in the doorway for a moment, visibly hesitant.

He looked at the pale girl in the hospital bed, and his feet moved slowly toward her.

He stopped two paces away, and that short distance felt like something far wider and deeper than the room could measure.

He opened his mouth. Whatever he’d intended to say compressed itself down into three words that came out with tremendous difficulty.

“I am sorry.”

Amelia assumed he meant Hannah. The mistaken identity. The whole painful, tangled mess of it.

She managed a faint, tired pull at the corner of her mouth. “You don’t need to apologize. You were just as much a victim in all of this.”

He had poured every piece of his paternal love and longing into a stranger who had deceived him.

In that sense, he was every bit as wronged as she was.

But Lenny shook his head slowly, and the grief moving through his eyes went deeper than anything an apology for a mistake could account for.

“No,” he said, looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read through all its layers. “I knew from the beginning that Hannah was an imposter.”

Amelia’s already shattered thoughts exploded.

She stared at him. “What?”

She wondered for a moment whether the head injury had produced something that wasn’t there.

“Your mother, Demi, she was holding my hand when she died. She kept telling me she didn’t believe our child was gone. She made me promise to find you.

“I spent years looking. I used every connection I had, searched through every birth record I could get access to from that period, and never found a single trace of you. The longer it went on, the more certain I became that whoever had taken you had deliberately buried any record that could lead back to you.

“But I never stopped. Not for a single day in over twenty years.”

His gaze settled on Amelia’s face with a steadiness that had its own kind of gravity.

“And then Hannah appeared. With the pendant. Claiming to be our daughter.”

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