Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 132 Amelia's heart seethed with resentment.

Why did the Fitzgerald family get to walk all over her now?

If her parents hadn't died in that accident, the Fitzgeralds and Janice would have been beneath her, looking up at her with envy. But now, she was forced to rely on Simon just to have a roof over her and Adam's heads in Greenfield City.

She refused to return to that small, suffocating town.

Tears filled her eyes as she softened her tone. "Simon, I know I have HIV, but it's not my fault! I'm a victim too -I was exposed to it. Fortunately, I found out early, so I can still manage it. It won't change anything!"

"Stay the hell away from my son! Tomorrow, I'm telling everyone that you and Simon have nothing to do with each other. You manipulated him completely!"

With that, Helena pulled Sarah inside, ready to tend to the bruise Adam had left on her cheek.

Simon remained on the steps, his gaze cold and unforgiving. "Amelia, you have one week to pay back every cent I spent on you. If you don't, I'll see you in court."

The door slammed shut, the impact trembling through the ground.

Amelia stood motionless, staring at the closed door. "Simon, a man like you will never understand what it means to truly be loved," she murmured.

At that moment, she finally grasped how Janice must have felt all those years ago. But there was no sorrow in her heart-only a deep, unshakable disgust.

As long as someone was useful, he'd keep them close. The moment they weren't, he'd toss them aside without a second

asked, his voice breaking through the tension. "What do we

exhaled slowly. "First, we need to go to

hospital. Just as Amelia went to pay for the medication, she unexpectedly ran

coat worth tens of thousands. Her entire outfit was an immaculate white. Her long hair cascaded in soft curls, and her striking beauty drew everyone's

clear-Janice was doing exceptionally well

them a glance, her expression showing no

Jacob's prescription to the pharmacy

to her, Amelia felt like

a stark

Janice's poised elegance. The

was almost too

and she wanted to

pay for the medicine?" The receptionist's voice snapped her

Medicine.

Money.

phone. After paying for Adam's treatment,

stood there, unsure of what