Tom set his cup down and looked at her, his expression soft and nostalgic.
“Because of you.”
“Me?” Amelia asked, surprised.
Tom nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.
“You probably don’t remember, but when we were teenagers, we met once. You saved me.”
Amelia’s brow furrowed, and she leaned closer.
“Tell me.”
The memory was vivid in Tom’s mind. As a shy teenager, he had once been cornered by a group of bullies in the schoolyard. They taunted him for his quiet demeanor and wealth, pushing him around as he tried to defend himself.
“Think you’re better than us, rich boy?” one of the bullies sneered.
Just as Tom braced himself for another shove, a voice rang out.
“Leave him alone!”
The bullies turned to see a fiery-eyed girl storming toward them. It was Amelia. She stood between Tom and his tormentors, her hands on her hips, looking as fierce as a lioness.
“Who do you think you are?” one of the bullies jeered.
“I’m someone who’s going to become a lawyer,” Amelia declared, her voice steady. “And when I do, I’ll sue every one of you for harassment and bullying.”
The bullies laughed nervously, but something about Amelia’s determination made them think twice. As she picked up her phone, dialing a number, they muttered insults under their breath and eventually left.
Amelia turned to Tom, who was still stunned.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her tone softer now.
Tom nodded, staring at her in awe.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” Amelia said, brushing off her skirt. “Just make sure you stand up for yourself next time.”
As the memory faded, Tom looked at Amelia.
“You probably forgot about that day, but I never did. Watching you stand up for me with so much courage changed something in me. I wanted to be like you—to fight for what’s right, to protect people who couldn’t protect themselves.”
Amelia blinked, her eyes wide.
“Tom… I had no idea.”
Tom smiled.
“When I walked into the firm and saw you again, I recognized you immediately. I knew I couldn’t let you slip away this time. Even without Grandma’s interference, I would have done everything in my power to make you mine.”
Amelia’s cheeks flushed, and she smiled shyly.
“You’ve been holding on to this all this time?”
“Every word,” Tom said, pulling her closer. “You’ve been my inspiration from the beginning, Amelia.”
She smiled, her heart swelling with love.
“I can’t believe this.”
Tom leaned in, his voice low and full of affection.
“Believe it, Mrs. Johnson.”
They shared a passionate embrace, their connection deepened by the revelation of their shared past. For Amelia, the idea that she had unknowingly influenced Tom’s life so profoundly filled her with warmth and pride.
The next day, Grandma Mary invited them over for dinner. As they sat around the table, she couldn’t help but eye them mischievously.
“You two make a lovely couple,” she said, smiling warmly. “But you know what would make this even better?”
Amelia tilted her head.
“What, Grandma?”
“Great-grandchildren!” Grandma Mary exclaimed with a laugh. “I’m not getting any younger, you know. A little one running around would be the perfect addition to this family.”
Amelia’s face turned bright red.
“Grandma!”
Tom, on the other hand, chuckled, clearly amused.
“Don’t rush her, Grandma. We’re taking one step at a time.”
Grandma Mary waved him off playfully.
“Nonsense. You’re married now. What are you waiting for?”
Amelia covered her face with her hands, while Tom reached out to squeeze her shoulder, his laughter infectious.
“We’ll keep that in mind, Grandma,” he said teasingly.
As the evening went on, the conversation shifted, but Grandma Mary’s playful hints stayed in Amelia’s mind. She caught Tom grinning at her a few times, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
As they left Grandma Mary’s house that evening, Amelia slipped her hand into Tom’s.
“She’s not going to let up, is she?”
“Not a chance,” Tom replied with a grin. “But don’t worry. We’ll figure it out in our own time.”
Amelia smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder as they walked. With their love strengthened by honesty and their past, Amelia felt ready to face whatever the future held—whether it was handling the challenges of the firm or Grandma Mary’s well-meaning meddling.
Layla sat in her car outside Tom and Amelia’s mansion, her jaw clenched in determination. She couldn’t believe she had been cast aside so easily. Watching Tom shower Amelia with love and attention had driven her to the edge. She wasn’t going to lose the handsome billionaire to some poor girl, as she saw it. She had a plan, and she was ready to execute it.
That afternoon, while Amelia was out running errands, Layla managed to sneak into the mansion. She was careful to avoid the household staff, moving stealthily toward the kitchen. There, she found a bottle of wine chilling in the refrigerator. Smirking to herself, she pulled a small vial from her purse and poured its contents into the wine.
“This will remind him of what we had,” she murmured to herself.
She poured a glass, placing it on the coffee table in the living room where she knew Tom would sit after work. Confident in her plan, Layla hid in the room and watched as Tom drank the wine.
Unknown to Layla, Grandma Mary had decided to drop by the mansion unannounced. As she stepped through the front door, she immediately sensed something was off. Spotting Layla lounging casually in the living room, Grandma Mary’s sharp eyes narrowed.
“What are you doing here, Layla?” she demanded, her voice firm.
Layla’s confidence faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered.
“Oh, Grandma Mary, I just came to visit Tom. I thought we could catch up.”
Grandma Mary’s gaze shifted to the wine glass on the table. Years of experience told her something wasn’t right.
“Tom didn’t invite you, and he certainly doesn’t need catching up with you.”
Before Layla could respond, Grandma Mary picked up the glass and sniffed it. Her face darkened.
“What have you done?” Grandma Mary demanded, her voice icy. “Did you spike this?”
Layla stammered.
“I… I didn’t—”
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