Babies' Secret: My Ex Wants Me Back!
Chapter 65: A foolish dream

Chapter 65: A foolish dream

Chapter 65 – A Foolish Dream

Time was running out—faster than she’d imagined, faster than she’d mentally prepared for. Amanda paced in circles inside the hotel suite, her breath coming out in short pants, chest tightening with the anxiety rushing through her veins.

The time was ticking.

Her stay at the hotel was nearing its end, and the worst part of it all—Aaron had moved out. Yes, he moved out of the hotel without informing her, without a word, without even the decency of a note.

Amanda’s heels clicked against the tiled floor as she slammed the empty glass on the counter, a scowl marring her face. She’d stalked him the first night he left, followed him in a cab until she spotted the gated compound that swallowed him whole. He had moved into a private house.

And she had returned to the hotel with a flicker of denial still burning inside her, thinking it was temporary, that Aaron would come back for her, and they would move in together.

But he hadn’t come back. No message, no call. So cruel to her.

Thinking that Aaron would change for her was just a willful dream of hers.

Her hope—what a cruel joke it had become. Again—A foolish dream.

Amanda bit her nails in panic until the flesh underneath stung. Her heart was erratic with unevenness.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to be! Brenda had promised to handle it. Brenda had said she would do something. But all Amanda could see was that nothing had changed.

Nothing at all. And Katherine—God, Katherine—was still here, walking around the hotel with her head held high, her lips curled in those annoying, small smiles—those same smiles that taunted Amanda, mocked her, unlike her who was barely hanging on by a thread.

Her body jerked when her phone buzzed again on the bed, and she saw a message pop up from the familiar unknown number.

Amanda shivered, her stomach twisted in fright as she read the message, her eyes skimming over the words, and her face paled instantly. She felt her skin crawl as her lips parted, mumbling something incoherent as she took two unsteady steps back.

She couldn’t continue this!

Katherine. Katherine. Katherine!

She hissed the name like a chant angrily as she snatched the bedside lamp and hurled it against the wall. The glass shattered across the room but did nothing to soothe the anger raging in her.

Her eyes darted wildly around the dim-lit room as she screamed, her hands on her head, tugging her hair tightly, wanting to pull it out by the roots.

"Ah!" she screamed again from the pain at her scalp and from the anger.

Since that bitch came into view, Amanda’s life hadn’t been going smoothly or sailing through. Everything had been spiraling.

She picked up and checked her phone again with trembling fingers, her eyes scanning the same message again, and her heart skipped, gulping with difficulty.

Without thinking, she flung her phone at the wall, and it hit without missing and fell with a thud on the ground, shattering.

"Ah!" she shouted, her heart pounding violently against her chest from fear, rage, and anxiety.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This wasn’t the plan.

.

Evening. In the hotel.

Amelia was staying behind, finishing up a vendor drop-off that had been forgotten. Her back ached from standing too long, walking around the corridors, as her eyes were half-lidded and she rubbed her temple with two fingers, trying to ease the headache.

She was tired, stressed, and drained from everything—but this needed to be done.

Amelia was stretching her stiff muscles when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She barely lifted her head when Mathew’s voice broke the silence.

"You’re still here?" His voice held a mix of surprise and concern, and his tall posture leaned against the doorframe of the staff lounge.

Amelia exhaled tiredly, pausing the music she was listening to. "Apparently, doing what will make me money," she shrugged, removing her earbuds.

Mathew chuckled under his breath and walked into the lounge, placing a cold bottle of soda beside her without a word. She blinked at it, then glanced up at him in question.

"Headache?" he asked softly.

She nodded, tapped her nose a little, then sighed again. "It’s been a long day."

His brow creased in worry as he watched her face. "I’m coming," he muttered, disappearing briefly before returning with a warm towel in hand. He moved closer and gently placed it on the back of her neck.

"Press this to your neck. Helps ease the headache."

Amelia stared at him, blinking slowly at his action. "I didn’t peg you for this kind of guy."

"What kind of guy?" Mathew asked, tilting his head.

She waved her hands animatedly as she responded, "You know—gentle, thoughtful... helpful."

A smile made its way to his lips, his expression casual yet softened. "I’m full of surprises," he grinned—his boyish grin which showed his dimple.

They settled into a comfortable silence—no teasing banter, no talk about anime or themes; just a perfect silence.

After a moment, Amelia turned slightly toward him and said with a simple smile, "You’re surprisingly cool and nice."

Mathew raised an eyebrow, wondering why the statement. "What brought that up?"

She pulled her knees to her chest and asked again, brushing his question aside, "Are you always this nice to people you barely know?"

He didn’t answer immediately. He paused, glanced at her, their gaze clashing, then blinked slowly. "No. Not really." His hand moved to the back of his neck, rubbing it.

Their eyes met briefly again. There was something silent in that moment—an unspoken silence that was comfortable without words.

Time passed slowly, ticking gently with the wall clock, filling the room with a stillness that neither of them tried to break.

Eventually, Amelia stood, gathering her things. Mathew watched as she packed up, his gaze lingering. Mathew didn’t understand why his eyes always seemed to find her and strike a conversation with her.

Talking to her was refreshing and fun. And he enjoyed it.

Mathew smiled, the corners of his eyes squinting, and didn’t say anything when she offered a faint "Goodnight."

Mathew’s eyes followed her diligently as he watched her through the door until it clicked shut after her.

He licked his lower lip, still staring at the door even after she was gone.