Amber's POV

After concluding the meeting with my father, I returned to my room with a heart full of grief and indignation. The bedroom seemed meticulously preserved, almost unchanged from before I got married. Unfortunately, at that moment, I could no longer find the naive and innocent self from the past.

Sitting on the bed, I wept silently while packing my belongings.

Suddenly, my phone, placed nearby, rang—it was a call from Peter.

"Amber? Are you okay?"

Peter's caring words instantly comforted my sorrow. Though he couldn't see my face at that moment, I rallied, wiped away the tears from my cheeks, and forced a smile as I responded on...