**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 119**
**Chapter 119**
**Amelie’s POV**
The rain lashed against my skin, its coldness biting and relentless—much like the piercing gaze Lucien had cast my way just moments ago.
In that instant, a harsh reality settled over me: I had truly lost.
Lost to a nobody, an orphan who had nothing to her name.
From our childhood days, Lucien had always been my possession, my one true love. He was meant to be mine and mine alone.
I could feel the anger bubbling within me, a fiery determination igniting my thoughts. That woman, that treacherous Norah, would pay for this betrayal.
—
As I stepped into the familiar confines of the old house, I found Aunt Kathy nestled in the living room, her presence a bittersweet comfort. She glanced up, her eyes warm and inviting, but I needed her to see the turmoil within me.
“Aunt Kathy!” I cried, rushing into her embrace, my tears flowing freely as I buried my face in her shoulder.
This was precisely the role I needed to play—the heartbroken victim, the one deserving of sympathy.
“What’s wrong, my little princess? Who could have hurt you?” she asked, her voice soothing as she gently stroked my back.
“It was Norah! That insufferable witch!” I sobbed, my voice thick with emotion.
“Lucien is completely under her spell! I walked in on them in the study, Aunt Kathy! She was practically naked, throwing herself at him!”
I could feel the heat rising in my chest as I recounted the betrayal.
“And when I confronted them, she struck me and hurled insults! And Lucien—he kicked me out all because of that woman!”
I needed Aunt Kathy to grasp the full extent of Norah’s worthlessness, to see her as the filthy temptress she truly was.
“Auntie, you know it’s true, right? Norah isn’t a decent person! She’s been stringing Lucien along while fooling around with Damian at the same time.”
“I heard whispers that they were getting wild in some abandoned villa, and she even dragged her best friend Serena along! Serena was pregnant at the time! Can you imagine? The three of them together… absolutely shameless!”
Aunt Kathy’s hand, which had been stirring her tea, halted mid-motion. Her expression shifted, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features.
Did she see through my fabrications?
No, she couldn’t.
She needed me, needed the support of the Veyron family more than ever.
As she handed me a tissue, dabbing at my tear-streaked cheeks, she spoke softly, “Don’t cry, Amélie. You have nothing to fear. I won’t allow a deceitful woman to take her place as the mistress of the Constantine family.”
See? Aunt Kathy believed me.
—
Just then, the door creaked open, and Lucien stepped inside.
“Mother.” He approached her, his demeanor serious and focused.
I instinctively slipped behind Aunt Kathy, shrinking down to appear as small, frightened, and wronged as possible.


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