Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 43

**TITLE: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 43**

**Chapter 43**

A spark of mischief danced in his eyes, and I could see the playful glint as his gaze flitted toward the flour bag.

“Don’t you dare!” I exclaimed, laughter bubbling up within me, just as he scooped a handful of flour and flung it in my direction.

The ensuing flour fight erupted into a chaotic flurry of laughter, kisses, and playful groping, until every inch of my clothing was cloaked in a thick layer of white dust. I retaliated with equal fervor, and soon enough, Damien was just as covered as I was, looking utterly ridiculous yet charming all at once.

In the aftermath of our playful skirmish, I found myself unable to recall whether we had actually completed the pie we had started. But in that moment, it didn’t matter.

That memory shimmered brightly in my mind, a cherished fragment from the early days of our marriage when joy seemed to flow effortlessly between us.

As I blinked away those nostalgic thoughts and returned to the stark reality of this unfamiliar kitchen, a profound emptiness settled within me. A longing, sharp and palpable, gripped my heart. Surrounded by people, I felt an overwhelming sense of isolation.

I ached for those moments with Damien, yearning to return to him, to relive those carefree days.

But the truth loomed heavy over me: nothing could ever be the same again.

He no longer saw me as a wife, but as a mere companion, a kept human—like a pet. And our child…?

Those memories, once vibrant and alive, would forever remain locked away in the past. I couldn’t risk losing this baby for the sake of nostalgia.

“What are you doing in here?” Sienna’s voice sliced through my thoughts as she appeared in the doorway, startling me slightly.

Her expression was blank, almost annoyed that I had been caught off guard. She stood there, clearly visible, yet I had been so lost in my reverie that I hadn’t even noticed her presence.

The servants scurried around her, giving her a wide berth, as if they were avoiding the wrath of a storm.

“Oh, I thought I’d make dinner for everyone tonight,” I said, forcing a smile onto my lips. I was acutely aware of Sienna’s disdain for me, and I knew I had to tread carefully. She seemed intent on pushing me away from Damien, as if my very existence was a threat to her world. But I tried to understand her perspective.

She was just a teenage girl, navigating the tumultuous waters of adolescence, already burdened with her own dramas and hormones, and here I was, disrupting her life simply by being there.

Despite her attempts to oust me, I clung to the hope that perhaps a friendship could blossom between us. Maybe this could be the first step toward mending our fractured relationship.

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