Chapter 5 Move In Together

• I laughed.
• Back then, I hadn't even wanted to move in with Michael.
• Fiona kept insisting we should live together.
• She told me, “You're getting married soon anyway, so why not get used to married life in advance?”
• Michael, of course, worked his charm, pestering me endlessly, finding every possible way to make me happy.
• At that time, Fiona treated me well, showering me with kindness.
• Coupled with Michael's sweet words and relentless persuasion, I eventually gave in.
• A young man and woman living together, full of youthful passion.
• It was inevitable that we ended up crossing that line naturally.
• I wanted to take precautions, but Michael told me, “You're already struggling to conceive. It doesn't really make a difference whether we use anything or not.”
• He said he didn't like anything coming between us, that he preferred us to be completely close, with nothing in the way.
• “Michael, is this what you really think too?”
• Michael avoided my gaze, looking down guiltily. “Amy, I stand by my mom. Our family really doesn't have the money right now.”
• He paused, then gazed at me sincerely. “But trust me, after we get married, I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll repay the betrothal gift, and I'll definitely treat you well.”
• After marriage? How interesting.
• If word got out, my mom would become the laughingstock of the entire neighborhood.
• She'd never be able to hold her head up in front of those relatives.
• Imagine raising a daughter like a princess, only for her to end up paying for her own wedding.
• I turned away from him, shifting my gaze to Mirana.
• “You never seemed to care much about your sister before. So, what's changed now? Suddenly, you're willing to lend her money to buy a house? And not just a little. A few hundred thousand, huh? Is it that you don't have the money, or that you just don't want to give it? You all know the truth.”
• Mirana's face went pale. She always played the weak, delicate role in public, but my words hit her hard, and her eyes instantly reddened.
• “Amelia, I'm sorry. Don't blame Mom or Mom. It's all because Zachary and I are useless. Please, let me kneel to you!”
• She actually started to kneel, tears streaming down her face, looking pitiful and tragic, like a damsel in distress.
• Alarms went off in my head.
• This woman wasn't as fragile as she looked.
• Whenever she cried, it was never a good sign.
• Sure enough, before her knees could hit the ground, Michael was already there, quick as lightning, pulling her up.
• He glared at me, his expression filled with anger.
• His tone was sharp and accusatory. “Amelia Nichols, if you've got a problem, take it out on me. Why are you picking on my sister?”
• Michael and Mirana had always been close, even closer than he was with Fiona.