Love You Enough to Leave You

“Mr. Clinton, what’s so good about Amelia? You’ve seen the photos, yet you’re still willing to let her stay by your side?” “Ms. Larson, that’s between Amelia and me. I don’t have to explain anything to you,” Oscar replied icily. Jennifer crossed her arms, scoffing, “Who would’ve thought that a prominent figure, like yourself, would still be tied to your wife’s apron strings?” “You don’t have to concern yourself with me,” Oscar retorted. “Watch out for yourself. If these photos are leaked, you know what the consequences are.” Jennifer snickered. “Don’t worry, Mr. Clinton. I’m not that clueless.

But in terms of mutual compatibility, I think Cassie Yard’s a more suitable match for you. You’ve known Cassie for so many years, almost got married, and now she’s even carrying your child! Wouldn’t you say your destiny is more aligned with Cassie’s than Amelia’s?” Oscar’s face darkened. “How do you know Cassie?” Jennifer took a sip of her tea and made as if to speak. Just then, the door opened, and a few handsome waiters swarmed into the room. They quickly filled the table with multiple dishes. “Mr. Clinton, Ms. Larson, the food you ordered has arrived. Please enjoy your meal,” one of the young men said politely.

Oscar picked out a couple of bills from his wallet and handed them to the waiter. “Your tip.” The young man who had spoken received them and thanked Oscar profusely. “Thank you. Mr. Clinton. If there are no other requests, we’ll head back downstairs.” Oscar nodded. After the waiters had made their exit, Jennifer remarked, “Mr. Clinton, you sure are magnanimous towards working-class folk.” “How do you know Cassie?” Like a dog with a bone, Oscar refused to let Jennifer change the subject. “I don’t know Cassie; I merely didn’t see what was so fantastic about Amelia, so I went about my own investigation into the matter.

I was rather astonished to find out along the way that you’re quite the hopeless romantic at heart,” Jennifer replied snarkily. “Don’t you dare touch Cassie either, or I’ll see that you regret it,” Oscar warned. Jennifer shrugged. “Don’t worry, Mr. Clinton. I’ve got nothing against Ms. Yard. Don’t you think that it’s a little greedy of you, trying to have the best of both worlds, though? It’s rather uncommon to see someone cheat as brazenly as you. However, I suppose it’s another trick you men employ to get away with things.” Oscar stood up. “Don’t mess with Amelia again.

our marriage,” he declared. Having said his piece, Oscar stalked off, leaving Jennifer alone with a table full of untouched dishes. Jennifer laughed scornfully, then slammed her fist onto the table with a resounding thud. She muttered hatefully, “Amelia, you’re an absolute vixen! You’ve got Carter protecting you, and even after seeing those shameful photos of yours, Oscar has even stepped up

tread carefully around him. As Oscar had pointed out, the Larsons were rich but were out of their depth here. Their tremendous power and influence overseas was ultimately no match for the Clintons’ home advantage. Jennifer didn’t want to risk angering Oscar, who might force the untimely retreat of the Larsons back home with their tails between their legs. Jennifer liked Carter. She had planned to foster strong connections here, facilitating the

steal Carter away from me. He’s mine,” Jennifer declared emphatically. She picked up her bag and left. The sumptuous dishes

previous night, Oscar couldn’t deny that anxiety had risen unbidden in his throat. At that moment, the only thought that had filled his mind was, I’ll willingly put up with a million of those photos, as

in for the longest time. All of a sudden, his phone rang shrilly with a call from Olivia. A moment later, the door of the room was wrenched open from the inside. Olivia stood in the doorway, asking, “Oscar, why

from last night had utterly cemented the conflict between them. The initial intimacy of their marriage had entirely evaporated, leaving behind two strangers in its wake. Tiffany’s smile had faded when Oscar entered the room. She picked up her things and said, “Mrs. Clinton, I have some unfinished drafts that my editor is harassing me over. I’ll leave to do them.

only right that I take care of her. I’ll make a move first then.” Olivia nodded. Tiffany turned to Amelia. “Babe, call me if there’s anything, okay? It’s not healthy for you

hospital for a whole day, but you’ve only just arrived. Anyone in her position would have given you a tongue-lashing. Apologize to her right away! Don’t let this become a source of unhappiness between you both.” Oscar looked over at Amelia. However, she avoided his gaze, saying, “Mom, you’ve accompanied me the entire afternoon. Please go home and rest. The nurses will look after me here.” Olivia understood immediately. She said meaningfully, “I’ll go home first to prepare some food. I’ll be back at ten o’clock

“Amelia, I’ll be off then. Don’t think too much about the photographs. I’ll deal with that. Your priority now is to take care of yourself and the baby. The Clintons still have the ability to handle a few photographs, I’m sure.” Amelia gratefully replied, “Thank you, Mom.” Olivia patted Amelia on the head