<b>Chapter </b><b>234 </b>


    Amber’s POV


    After ending the call with the nurse, I was so shocked, I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to go straight to the hospital, to find out for myself what was going on there.


    Surely, my nurse friend had to be mistaken. There was no way Julian could have reconnected with Olivia. To have her be there at the hospital? Hadn’t he put out a call for her to be imprisoned if she was caught crossing back into the packnds?


    Now I was supposed to believe they were ying husband and wife?


    But the nurse had seemed certain. Olivia was there. She was telling people she was Julian’s wife. There


    was even rumors floating around that they had a child.


    . I couldn’t believe any of it, not without allowing myself to feel betrayed.


    I didn’t want to think that Julian would do that to me. He had truly seemed like he’d been tryingtely,


    and I’d just started to let my guard down.


    But… that would exin why he didn’t want me to go to the hospital.


    If I went there, if I surprised him unexpectedly, what would I find?


    But no, I couldn’t do that, and not just because I was too proud. I also had Alice to consider. She was with me and we hadn’t figured out a babysitter situation yet. If I went anywhere, she would have toe with me, and that meant that she would be dragged straight into any drama if there was drama to be found at


    the hospital.


    I couldn’t do that to her, not when she and Julian just made up.


    Whatever was going on with Julian, Olivia, and me had nothing to do with Alice or her rtionship with


    her father.


    For her sake, if not for my own, I had to stay put.


    But the news made me restless and caused me to start walking. I moved through the familiar hallways and rooms of this house, reliving some memories while maybe looking for evidence that Julian’s feelings


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    If he was doing this to me again, keeping me secret, I didn’t know what I would do.


    I wanted to be the bigger person, to keep faith and trust in the man who imed to love me, but I still found myself searching for evidence of Olivia in the rooms.


    Mostly what I found, however, was myself.


    Photos of Julian and me, or me alone were nearly on every wall of this house. Most of them were from the days when we had been secret lovers, images taken and developed in secret. There were a fewter ones though, and several of Alice.


    My walk eventually led me back to the kitchen and to the drawing that Julian had taped back together. Looking closer now, I could see how meticulous he was, aligning everything just right. The tape was on the back of the paper so as not to tarnish the drawing itself.


    It had taken time, effort, and consideration to repair the drawing this lovingly and carefully.


    Seeing this, I couldn’t believe the same man would try to keep me a secret a second time, to parade around as the husband of the woman who was responsible for trying to kill me and trying to hurt Alice.


    The evidence here in this house said that Julian truly loved us. With no trace of Olivia around, my nerves began to settle.


    When Julian arrived tonight, then I would ask him about the things the nurse said. It had to be a misunderstanding.


    From my own time in the spotlight, I knew how fast rumors could fly. There had to be a logical exnation for all of it.


    And rather than rush to the hospital with anger in my heart, I would be patient, give Julian the benefit of the doubt, and wait for him to exin things to me.