Chapter 6 Six

The next day. Amy still sat curled up against the iron gate, her body trembling from exhaustion and the cold air that seeped through her thin clothes. Her head rested weakly against the metal, her eyes swollen from all the crying. She had hoped that by morning, Roman would have realized his mistake. That he would open the gate, see her in this miserable state, and let her in.

Her stomach clenched painfully, hunger gnawing at her insides. She had barely eaten in days, not since before Roman had returned home and shattered her world completely.

Now, she was too weak to cry anymore. The pain of his betrayal, the humiliation of being thrown out like she was nothing.

She wrapped her arms around herself, sobs wracking her weak body. She wanted to scream, to beg, to break down the gate and force him to face her, to ask him why he had to be so cruel. But she couldn't, her strength was gone.

Her head rested against the gate as the morning sun rose fully.

Minutes passed. Or maybe hours.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting there when she heard a car pull up. At first, she ignored it, too drained to care. But when footsteps approached her, she tensed.

"Ma'am," a deep voice called. "You need to come with me."

Amy stiffened, her head snapping up to see a man standing before her. He was dressed neatly, his demeanor professional. His dark suit and the way he carried himself made her immediately wary.

She frowned, "Who are you?" she rasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

The man remained composed. "I'm here on behalf of Mr. Harrison."

The name didn't register at first. Her mind was too fogged with exhaustion and grief. But when it finally clicked, her breath hitched.

Mr. Harrison?

Her lips parted in disbelief. "Why?" she asked, her voice weak.

"Regarding the conversation you two had," the man explained calmly.

Hope flickered in Amy's chest. The good words about Roman. Was he thinking about promoting Roman now?

"Did it go through?" she asked, gripping the divorce papers in her hands tightly.

The man, however, shook his head. "Not yet. But he needs to see you."

Confusion settled in. "It was supposed to be Roman," she murmured. "He's the one getting the promotion."

The man didn't respond immediately, and that silence made her uneasy.

"How do I know I can trust you?" She took a cautious step back. At that moment, the man pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and putting it on the speaker.

"She need to hear it from you, sir," he said before a familiar voice echoed from the device.

"Mrs. Miller." Mr. Harrison's voice filled the space between them.

Amy's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. It really was him.

She swallowed hard. "Mr. Harrison?"

"Go with him. I promise, no harm will come to you." His voice was calm but firm.

Her fingers clutched the fabric of her clothes, torn between fear and the unknown. She hesitated, glancing between the man and the phone in his hand.

Nothing about this made sense. Why would Mr. Harrison send someone for her? Why now?

Her voice was unsteady as she asked, "Why... why do you need me to come with him? I don't understand."

Justin sighed on the other end. "I'll explain everything when you get here, Mrs. Miller. I just need you to trust me."

Trust?

"I...I don't know if I can do that," she admitted, "Everything in my life just fell apart. I don't even know what or who to believe anymore." She let out a shaky breath, her arms tightening around herself. The man in front of her remained patient.

"I know you're scared, but this is important. You don't have to make any decisions now, just come. That's all I ask." Justin's voice was soft.

Amy lowered her head, staring at the divorce papers clenched in her trembling hands. The only thing she had left.

Her lips parted, but the words got stuck in her throat. What if this was another mistake? What if she got into that car, and it only led to more heartbreaks?

"I..." She stopped, biting her lower lip. She doesn't even know what to say. Then a hopeful thought crossed her mind, if she go with this man, she could make sure Mr. Harrison give Roman a promotion and that could lead to him forgiving her.

A few more words were exchanged before Amy finally agreed. With one last glance at the gate, she took a deep breath and turned away.

As she stepped into the car, fresh tears welled in her eyes. The man passed her his handkerchief without looking at her, she collected it, bowing slightly in gratitude.