The Last Time I Loved You novel Chapter 4

Amelia mustered the last bit of her strength to crawl over to the nightstand. With trembling hands, she fumbled for the antihistamines she kept around for emergencies and shoved them into her mouth.

The medication eventually took effect. She collapsed back onto the floor, gasping for air. Tears mixed with sweat streaked across the red welts on her face, leaving her a mess.

For the next few days, Matthew never came home. But from Sierra's Instagram updates, Amelia could see what he had done for her. He took Sierra to his private doctor, accompanied her to an art exhibition, bought her limited-edition jewelry, and so on.

Soon, it was Sierra's birthday.

Matthew knew Sierra loved painting, so, even though she lacked talent, he still spent a fortune organizing a solo exhibition for her.

Before leaving for the event, Sierra deliberately came up to Amelia and said, "Ms. Caldwell, my exhibit opens today. You must come. I really appreciate how you've 'taken care' of me lately."

Amelia expressionlessly pulled her hand away. "I'm not interested."

Sierra immediately plastered a wounded expression on her face.

Next to her, Matthew's face darkened, his tone curt. "Sierra was kind enough to invite you, so why are you being so difficult? Don't disappoint her!"

Amelia didn't want to argue over something so insignificant. Ultimately, she quietly followed them to the gallery.

Inside, Sierra's garish, juvenile paintings were meticulously framed and hung.

As they turned a corner, they overheard two men who looked like art critics whispering, "Mr. Sterling sure is generous. How does this level of work even deserve a show?"

"Ha! He's just spoiling his little lover. Didn't you see the woman next to him? He guards her like she's some delicate treasure. He pays her way more attention than his actual wife."

When Sierra heard this, she immediately lowered her head, feeling aggrieved. With her eyes shimmering with tears, she asked, "Matt… did I embarrass you? Are my paintings really that bad?"

Matthew quickly soothed her, his voice gentle. "Don't listen to their nonsense. Your paintings are wonderful."

Then, he took out his phone and sent a quick text.

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