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Amelia had only just set the breakfast table when Oscar sauntered down, all washed and dressed. She
smiled. “Such precise timing, Mr. Clinton. Breakfast is ready. Eat up.”
Oscar hesitated a little but still sat down anyway.
Like the doting wife she was, Amelia set his breakfast in front of him. Oscar took a few bites and savored
the familiar taste of a home-cooked meal. This was what he enjoyed the most, though he had no choice
but to go for fine dining when he was out socializing.
On his second bowl of oatmeal, Oscar looked up at Amelia. “I’ve gotten the lawyer to draft a new set of
divorce papers. Once you’ve signed them at the law firm, I’ll transfer the money into your account. The
amount should be good to set you up for life.”
Amelia froze, her appetite all gone.
“Okay,” she whispered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOscar’s face fell. “What is it? Do you not want a divorce?”
Amelia’s grip around her spoon tightened momentarily. But she soon recovered and put on a coy smile.
“Don’t be silly. I just thought this was all going too fast.”
Amelia knew she had lost. She didn’t want any more drama, and neither did she want to lose even more.
“Let me just wish you and Ms. Yard a blissful marriage in advance. May your family live happily ever
after,” Amelia said. She took a bite of the egg and smiled even sweeter. “Don’t worry about inviting me to
your wedding. I doubt it’d be appropriate to have your ex-wife present on your happy day. Also, Ms. Yard
is still overseas, isn’t she? You might want to check on her and see what she’s been up to these last four
years. After all, four years is a long time and time can bring about drastic changes.”
Oscar set his spoon down curtly. “I’ll be off to work now. I won’t be coming home for dinner. You can eat
alone.”
A look of disappointment flashed across Amelia’s face.
She fought back her tears, stood up, and straightened Oscar’s suit. “Have a good day.”
Oscar only gave her a quick glance before walking away.
Once he was out of sight, Amelia’s smile faded. She fell against the wall, tears pouring down her face
uncontrollably.
After a good cry, Amelia picked herself up, cleared the breakfast table, and went up to the bedroom. She
put on full makeup and was very pleased with what she saw in the mirror. Perfect!
Amelia was the kind of person who would never let an ounce of sadness be reflected on her face, no
matter how much she was suffering. She would always doll herself up, and make sure she looked the
best in any crowd she was in.
As she put on her heels and picked up her LV handbag, her phone in the bag started ringing. It was from
an unknown number.
“Hello?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe voice on the other end of the call sounded very young and tender. “Is that Amelia Winters? I just
wanted to tell you that I’m pregnant with Oscar’s child.”
“You should be telling Mr. Clinton that yourself. If you don’t have his number, I’ll text it to you.”
The other lady replied, “I think you’ve misunderstood me. I don’t want this child, but I also don’t want to
not get anything out of this situation. I was hoping you could meet up with me.”
A corner of Amelia’s mouth twitched. So it was just someone asking for money. She was in a bad mood
anyway, so why not meet up with the woman whom Oscar impregnated? How much worse could it get?
Honestly, Oscar was a heartless scumbag. He claimed to love Cassie with all his heart, yet rumors about
him dating famous actresses and supermodels kept swirling about. Even Amelia had to speak out for him
to clean up his mess.
What a mess this relationship was.
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