A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Amelie turned around to see Elyse sitting in a wheelchair with a smile on her face. Someone was pushing her up the hill. Elyse was dressed in a long, white dress that perfectly covered her leg that was in a cast. She had natural-looking makeup on her face that made her seem especially mesmerizing.

Amelie snapped back to reality—as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over her—when she saw Elyse. What’s wrong with me? Leo and Elyse are about to start a new family. Wouldn’t I cause more problems for Leo if I brought up the past? He might have caused me problems by forgetting about me, but what would I gain from causing him problems now?

“You guys should enjoy yourselves.” Amelie excused herself and headed down the hill without any hesitation. Amelie figured that Elyse’s presence would bring her a lot of unnecessary issues, so Amelie decided not to head back with the rest of the group. She hailed a cab for herself instead.

Amelie wheeled Bria over to the side of the road before she used an application on her phone to book a cab. The nursing home was in a rather secluded area, so it was hard for her to get a cab there. She requested one but didn’t get an offer for a long while. Right then, a seven-seater Cayenne pulled up in front of them.

The man inside the car lowered his window to reveal his icy face. “Get in,” the familiar-looking man said to Amelie. She let out a scoff when she saw who it was. “It’s fine.” She rejected him in a polite tone. Leo knitted his brows together upon hearing her words.

“There’s no need to be polite with us, Miss Dillon. Let’s head off together.” Another person stuck her head out of the car window in the back. It was Elyse, and she was wearing a huge and innocent-looking smile on her face. If Amelie hadn’t seen Elyse’s true colors, she might have thought that Elyse was genuinely a nice person.

“It’s hard to get a cab here, and you might have to wait for a long while. You might be fine with waiting, but I’m not sure about Bria,” Elyse uttered. Amelie stared at Elyse silently. Bria and I wouldn’t have to be in this tough situation if you hadn’t shown up, Amelie thought to herself. There were other families who were heading down the hill after planting their trees, and things would get worse if those families passed by and saw Amelie standing around with Elyse in the car.

finally nodded before lifting Bria into her arms. “Let’s take Daddy’s car home.” Leo’s driver rushed out of the car to help store the wheelchair in the boot. Amelie initially wanted to take the driver’s seat so that she wouldn’t

Leony. I hope you don’t mind,” Elyse uttered from inside the car. She gave him an apologetic look after that. Amelie eyed both of them

best to keep herself invisible throughout the car ride. Bria didn’t seem to be in a good mood either—she kept quiet throughout the whole ride, with her hands clinging onto her mother’s arms and her head

to comfort her. Bria pulled one of her hands away from Amelie to press it against her own belly, creating a barrier between herself and Amelie. This was one of Bria’s signature moves—she often did this when she was feeling down or insecure. Amelie felt rather sad for Bria, so she lowered her head to press her cheek against Bria’s hair. I tried so hard to make sure that Bria wouldn’t be hurt by me and Leo’s divorce, but things still turned out like

silent throughout their one-hour drive back to Amelie’s housing area. Bria was fast asleep by the time they arrived, and Amelie tried to carry Bria out of the car without waking her up. “Please help me get the wheelchair,” Amelie whispered to the

already opened the boot to retrieve Bria’s wheelchair. Amelie watched as Leo’s bony hands picked the wheelchair up before he expanded it and placed it on the

child up if she moved around too much. The last thing Amelie wanted was for her daughter to be hurt again by the sight of Leo leaving with another woman. Amelie turned to walk off after thanking Leo. However, right when

been certain that Leo would leave her alone after she entered her house, but to her surprise, he followed her in. Amelie couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. “We’re home, Mr. Alston. You shouldn’t keep your

you for spending time with Bria today. I appreciate it,” Amelie uttered in a curt and firm manner. She had no interest in hearing

He was silent for a long while before he spoke. “You mentioned that you

mood to explain herself to him at that point. “We’ve been married for four years. Doesn’t that count as knowing each other? Anyway, don’t you know what happened between us in Quinn Town? What I meant was how we would bump into each other at least

Bria again, you should call me and inform me beforehand, Mr. Alston. I’ll get someone to send her to you after I’ve