Chapter 11 Amelia stared at Brenda, standing under the dim porch light.
Her once perfectly styled hair was unkempt, her expensive coat clutched tightly around her body as if it could shield her from the biting windor the reality she now faced.
What are you doing here? Amelia asked, her voice sharp and unforgiving.
Amelia, Brenda whispered, her voice trembling.
Please, I need your help.
Amelia scoffed, crossing her arms as fury bubbled to the surface.
Youve got some nerve showing up here.
Help? After everything youve done to me? I know, Brenda said, her voice breaking.
I know I dont deserve it.
But I dont have anywhere else to turn.

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Amelia leaned against the doorframe, her gaze cold.
Let me guess.
Ryan finally saw through your lies, and now you want me to clean up your mess? Brendas lip quivered, tears pooling in her eyes.
She took a step closer, desperation radiating off her in waves.
Ryans leaving me, Amelia.
Hes done.
Hes cutting me off, and I Her voice faltered as a sob escaped her.
I need him.
Amelia laughed bitterly, shaking her head.
Youre unbelievable.
After everything you didafter you destroyed my familyyou think Id help you keep him? Do you even hear yourself? Before Amelia could shut the door in her face, Brenda dropped to her knees, trembling.
Her hands clutched the edge of the door as if it were her lifeline.
Please, she begged, her voice raw.
If he leaves me, hell stop supporting my son.
I cant let that happen.
Amelias fury flared even hotter, her voice cutting through the night.
Why would that even matter? Ryans his father Brendas head snapped up, her tear-streaked face pale and desperate.
Hes not, she whispered.
Amelia froze, the weight of the confession hitting her like a blow.
What did you just say? Brenda bowed her head, her shoulders shaking.
Ryan isnt the father of my son.
The revelation twisted in Amelias chest, fanning the flames of her anger.
Youre telling me, she said, her voice trembling with fury, you ruined our marriage with a lie that you oh so carefully built? And now you want me to help you? Amelia, please, Brenda pleaded, her voice cracking.
I know I lied, but my son… hes in critical condition.
I need Ryans financial support.
Without it, I cant afford his treatment.
The mention of a childs suffering gave Amelia pause, but only for a moment.
Brenda seized on the silence, her words tumbling out desperately.
Youre a mother too.
You know what its like to do anything to protect your kids.
What would you do if you were in my situation? This isnt my problem, Brenda, Amelia snapped.
You came here to what? Apologize? Ask for my help? Why should I care about anything you have to say? Brenda flinched at the venom in Amelias tone.
Because Ryans anger is… its out of control.
Hes thrown me out.
Hes done with me, Amelia.
And II dont know what to do.
Im sorry but the last thing I want to do is to have any connection with you and my ex-husband, Amelia said, crossing her arms.
Everything has consequences, Brenda.
You should have known that.
Brendas face crumpled.
Im begging you, Amelia.
Please.
Ive made mistakes, but Ryan..Ryan will listen to you.
Amelia stepped back, gripping the edge of the door tightly.
You have no idea how much Ive dreamed of this moment.
You, standing here, begging for my help after everything youve done.
And you know what? I dont feel sorry for you.
Not one bit.
Amelia, please, Brenda whispered, her voice breaking.
No, Amelia said firmly, her voice cutting through the tension.
You dont get to come here and make your mess my problem.
Please, dont bother come back here.
Without another word, she shut the door in Brendas face.
Leaning against it, Amelia exhaled shakily, her anger giving way to a wave of exhaustion.
Upstairs, the twins laughter echoed faintly through the walls, grounding her.
Whatever storm Brenda had unleashed, Amelia was determined to keep her children safe from it.
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