Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 293

Sophia shot to her feet, ready to storm out, but Amelia grabbed her arm. “Sophia, let me finish before you go.”

“We’ll talk later.” Sophia rolled up her sleeves, her temper flaring. “If Zachary wants to dig his own grave by hanging around Daniel, then I’d rather starve than take that bastard’s case.”

Amelia couldn’t hold her back, so she hurried after her. “Calm down, please. Let’s talk this through.”

“I am perfectly calm.”

If anyone looked rattled, it was Amelia. Sophia glanced at her, genuinely puzzled. “Why do you look so constipated?”

Amelia could only sigh.

Sophia’s stride was so brisk that they reached the private dining room in seconds. As Sophia reached for the door, Amelia seized her hand, took a deep breath, and blurted, “I never actually divorced Daniel.”

Before she could process that, Sophia kicked the door open.

Amelia rubbed her forehead, thinking that maybe she should have waited until Sophia had opened the door herself.

Inside, a startled waiter froze mid-order. Sophia, radiating fury, snapped, “Out.”

The waiter didn’t even hesitate—he fled and politely shut the door behind him.

Daniel’s gaze flicked between the two women, finally settling on Amelia’s pale face. “Well, what a coincidence. Why don’t you join us for dinner?”

“Eat with you? Over my dead body!” Sophia snatched the nearest water glass and hurled its contents at Zachary’s face. “I can’t believe I ever trusted you!”

Daniel dodged quickly, but drops still splattered his shoulder. He stood, brushed off the water, and slid in next to Amelia. “Sophia, you’re just as fierce as your friend here.”

“Shut up,” Amelia snapped. “This is all your fault.”

Water dripped down Zachary’s face. He closed his eyes, trying to compose himself, and said hoarsely, “Sophia, I know you blame me, but I didn’t have a choice.”

“Amelia is my best friend.” Sophia’s fists clenched so hard her knuckles blanched, her eyes rimmed with red. “If you weren’t connected to me, she never would’ve let her guard down. But you played her!”

Sophia clung to Amelia, tears and snot everywhere. “I’m so sorry! If it weren’t for me, you’d have ditched that loser ages ago. It’s my fault—I’m a terrible friend!”

Amelia slipped another napkin under her shoulder. “Honestly, I’ve thought it through. Even if it wasn’t Zachary, with Daniel’s tricks, nobody would’ve stood a chance.”

Sophia threw her head back and wailed at the ceiling, “Why is Daniel still breathing on this earth?”

Someone passing by overheard Daniel’s name and slowed down.

Sophia’s grief only grew louder. “God, are you blind? The world’s upside down! Guys like Daniel deserve to roast in hell for eternity—can’t you send him there a little sooner?”

“May Daniel rot in hell! May his kids—”

Amelia quickly covered her friend’s mouth. “Insult him all you want, but leave the next generation out of it.”

The passerby listened for a moment longer, then pulled out his phone and walked away, speaking in a tone of utmost respect. “Mr. Campbell, I overheard someone saying terrible things about you… yes, sir, a short-haired woman and a really gorgeous girl… No, I swear, I only listened, didn’t look. The short-haired one said you should roast in hell, and the other one—well, she said may your kids be born without—well, sir, it was very harsh.”