The sun rose gently over Manchester that morning, its warmth spilling through the blinds of Amelia's small hospital room. She hadn't slept much, but this time, it wasn't fear keeping her awake — it was anticipation. Something in her heart whispered that the tide was finally turning.
Aunt Chloe was recovering well. Maya was helping the kids pack their toys into small boxes. The hospital air, once thick with sadness, felt almost bearable now.
Amelia scrolled through her phone, her thumb trembling slightly. The first headline she saw stopped her cold:
> "King's Corporation Officially Clears Former Employee Amelia Jones of Gala Scandal."
"Company Statement: Internal Breach Confirmed; Disciplinary Measures Ongoing."
She blinked. Once. Twice.
Her heart pounded as she opened the article. The statement carried Christopher King's personal signature.
> 'Following an internal investigation, we have confirmed that Ms. Amelia Jones was in no way involved in the leaked footage incident. The company extends its sincere apology for the distress caused. Disciplinary measures have been initiated against the responsible staff members.'
Her vision blurred. For a long second, she couldn't breathe. Then, slowly, tears slipped down her cheeks.
He did it.
He actually did it.
"Amelia?" Aunt Chloe's voice came softly. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
Amelia wiped her face, smiling through the tears. "It's over, Aunt. My name... it's been cleared."
Lily and Emily looked up from the floor, puzzled. Ethan frowned and asked, "Does that mean you'll be leaving us soon, Mommy?"
Amelia's heart melted. She pulled all three of them into her arms. "No, baby. this time around,....we'll all go back."
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Across the city, the storm was just beginning for someone else.
Clara Bennett sat in the conference room, her hands trembling as the disciplinary panel stared her down. The evidence was airtight — metadata trails, leaked server logs, and her email correspondence with a gossip blog.
Christopher didn't attend the hearing. He didn't need to. His silence said enough.
"Ms. Bennett," the HR director said sternly, "given your involvement in the unauthorized release of confidential footage, the board has recommended a temporary suspension pending further review."
Clara's eyes burned. "Suspension? You're acting like I'm a criminal! It was just—"
"Enough," the woman cut her off. "You nearly destroyed someone's career and our company's reputation in one night. Consider this merciful."
As Clara gathered her things, her gaze flicked to the glass wall — to Christopher's office, high above.
She had wanted to ruin Amelia.
Instead, she'd only buried herself deeper.
---
That evening, Amelia sat by the window again, the twins asleep beside Aunt Chloe. Her phone buzzed — Lydia's name flashed on the screen.
She smiled faintly and answered.
"Lyds?"
"Girl, I just saw the news! You're officially free! Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to call you and scream about it?" Lydia's laughter was like sunshine through the phone.
Amelia chuckled softly. "I know. It still feels unreal. Like I'm going to wake up and find it was another headline meant to mock me."
"Not this time," Lydia said firmly. "The truth's out, babe. You can breathe again."
Amelia hesitated, her voice turning thoughtful. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something. I've been thinking… I am returning to Nova Heights. But with the kids, Aunt Chloe, and Maya this time"
There was a pause on the other end — then Lydia's voice softened. "You sure? That's a big step, Amelia. Starting over again."
"I'm sure," Amelia whispered. "They can't stay here forever, hiding behind what-ifs. The kids need stability, and I need… peace. Just until I find a place, could we stay with you for a bit?"
Lydia laughed. "You're asking like you don't already know my answer. My house is your house. Besides, I miss your cooking."
Amelia's heart lifted, the knot in her chest finally loosening. "Thank you, Lyds. For everything. You've been my anchor through all this."
"Always," Lydia replied warmly. "Now go get some rest. Tomorrow's a new chapter."
When the call ended, Amelia stared out the window — the night lights of Manchester shimmering like distant fireflies.
For the first time in a long while, she felt something she hadn't dared to in months.
Hope.
---
Christopher sat alone in his penthouse office, the skyline glittering beneath him. The press release had gone out hours ago, but he still couldn't shake the ache in his chest.
Mark entered quietly. "Sir, the public response is overwhelmingly positive. Ms. Jones' reputation's been restored. Investors are even calling this a show of strong leadership."
Christopher nodded absently. "Good."
Mark hesitated, then asked carefully, "Should I inform you when she leaves the Manchester?"
Christopher's hand stilled on his desk. He didn't answer for a long moment. Finally, he murmured, "No. She deserves peace — not more eyes watching her."
But when Mark left, Christopher turned toward the window, his reflection caught in the glass — sharp, lonely, human.
He'd done the right thing.
So why did it feel like losing something he never truly had?
---
Later that night, Amelia stood by the hospital balcony. The city wind brushed through her hair, cool and calm.
She whispered softly, almost to herself, "Nova Heights, here we come."
A new life awaited — one free of scandal, fear, and guilt. But deep in her heart, she knew her story with Christopher King wasn't finished.
It was only… changing form.
And somewhere across the city, that same thought haunted him too.
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