Chapter 7 Cut Off Her Waist-Length Hair That He Loved
They finished getting their nails done, then went for spa treatments.
After dropping Mia off, Amelia walked into a hair salon.
The hairstylist looked at her waist-length hair.
The stylist ran her fingers through Amelia’s waist-length hair. “You’re cutting it all off? That’s a shame. It takes years to grow hair this long,” she said with real regret.
The hair was thick, glossy, and meticulously maintained. Truly beautiful.
Amelia studied herself in the mirror. The long hair, her smooth skin, the pale yellow dress, and a face that needed no makeup.
She looked like a lily in full bloom.
Pure and beautiful.
Completely harmless.
She smiled calmly. "Cut it."
The waist-length hair was what William liked.
Not what she, Amelia, liked.
The hairstylist nodded and started cutting.
As the sound of scissors cutting hair filled the air, strands fell to the floor.
Just like the chains that had been wrapped around her all these years.
A while later, Amelia looked at her new reflection and gave a faint smile.
“This style suits you so much better. Gorgeous!” the stylist said with admiration. "It would look even better with some color and styling. Want to try? I can show you some options.”
Amelia looked at the brochure beside her and touched her belly.
“Maybe later. It’s getting late today,” she said.
The hairstylist shook her head, disappointed.
But Amelia smiled and said, “I’ll come find you when I’m ready.”
This hairstylist did an excellent job.
"It's a promise then!" The hairstylist immediately cheered up, then went to grab a notebook and asked, “When do you think you’ll be back?”
Amelia looked at her belly.
"In about a week," she said softly. "By then it should be done. At most... twenty days."
If she had to stay in the hospital after the procedure.
“Okay, you better come back,” the stylist said, watching her leave.
Amelia smiled and nodded.
After leaving with her new haircut, she walked into Urban Plaza, right in the heart of Shadow City.
Luxury brands lined every storefront.
She looked at her gentle outfit and let out a mocking laugh.
Gentle and sweet was what William liked, because it represented obedience.
But it wasn't what she liked.
Walking into the mall.
She browsed several stores and came out with bags in hand, then took a cab home.
Looking at the new house, the new environment, the new life of living alone, her face showed neither joy nor sorrow.
She changed out of the soft, girly clothes and slipped into a sharp Valentino suit with edgy, modern lines.
She set the canvas bag aside and picked up the chain bag. She kicked off her flats, stepped into pointed heels, and faced the mirror.
Her lips parted slightly as she said, "Amelia, happy rebirth!"
But the woman in the mirror wasn't smiling.
She lifted the corners of her mouth, but felt it was so fake she couldn't even fool herself.
Seven years.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't hurt.
If she didn't want to smile, then she wouldn't.
Amelia let out a long sigh, then went to prepare for tomorrow.
Since she'd already decided to start over, she'd do it right.
Tomorrow, she'd go to the hospital first, then talk to Jeffrey Adams about the show.
...
The next day arrived sooner than expected.
Amelia drove to the hospital first. She'd already made an appointment with the doctor.
But before she even entered the hospital parking lot, Jeffrey's call came through.
Jeffrey was the CEO of the Adams Group, Shadow City's biggest entertainment company. Backed by the Adams Group, which could rival the Brown Group, his position was solid.
As the third son of the Adams family, Jeffrey ran their entertainment division.
Amelia’s previous songs had all been released under Adams Group.
Later, after getting married, William told her to take good care of Finn. She knew Finn didn't have much time left, so she stopped making public appearances.
But Jeffrey valued her talent, so he had her compose and write lyrics under the stage name Quiana. Even with the songs sold, it kept her reputation alive in the industry and made a comeback easier later.
Because of William, Amelia had signed a confidentiality agreement with the Adams Group, personally handled by Jeffrey.
Only the two of them knew that Quiana was Amelia.
Back then, Amelia was immersed in the joy of marrying William and didn't think much of it.
But unexpectedly, it mattered now.
Thinking about this, Amelia pulled over and answered Jeffrey's call.
"Mr. Adams?" Amelia asked, puzzled.
She remembered their meeting was scheduled for the afternoon.
"Quiana, can you come to the company now?" Jeffrey's voice came through, slightly troubled.
Amelia sensed something was wrong.
Because Jeffrey called her Quiana.
They didn't usually use that name in private.
"What's going on?" Amelia asked directly.
Since she'd already made an appointment with the doctor, it would be best not to change plans unless it was urgent.
"Someone wants to buy your latest song." Jeffrey's voice still carried hesitation. "I hope you can come over."
Amelia frowned slightly.
She was even more confused.
She said, "Just handle it however you think is best."
The songs she'd written before were all directly managed by the Adams Group. Jeffrey wouldn't normally call her about something like this.
“The buyer is... unusual,” Jeffrey said.
Finally, he seemed to have made some kind of decision. He said, "Isabella wants to buy your song."
What?
Amelia was very surprised. Wasn't Isabella a florist?
Why would she buy a song?
Before Amelia could ask more, Jeffrey continued, "The situation is a bit complicated. Actually, I already turned her down, but she came to the company anyway. And she brought...”
He paused slightly, then continued: "William is with her, and they're determined to get it."
