Love You Enough to Leave You

She was wrong. Owen Clinton was a cold-hearted patriarch. Amelia put on a smile to mask her emotional turmoil. “I get your point, Dad. However, this marriage is between Oscar and me. The decision to divorce lies with Oscar, not you, Dad. If he initiates the divorce, I will oblige. I am afraid it will not be appropriate for me to accept your offer. Oscar would be upset if I took anything valuable from you,” reasoned Amelia. Owen glanced at her and said, “Amelia, you are a smart lady. I think you should know which option will be more advantageous to you.” Amelia nodded, and with all sincerity, promised, “Dad, I know. I assure you, I will sign the papers and let go without a fuss if Oscar wants a divorce.

I only have one request.” “Shoot,” Owen commanded. “I will not ask for any financial support or alimony upon divorce. I have only one wish.” Owen was surprised. He scrutinized Amelia and finally said, “Tell me.” “Dad, if Oscar and I divorced, I want the custody of my child. That is the only thing I ask for.” “No.” Owen rejected the demand instantly. “Dad, after our divorce, Oscar will marry Cassie, and she will bless you with a grandchild next year. On the other hand, all I have is only this child. It is not too much to ask for, is it?” Amelia appealed. “No way! All Clintons stay within the family.” Owen again dismissed the idea outright. “But Dad, don’t you think a newborn needs his mother by his side?”

Amelia patiently persuaded. “Is that emotional blackmail?” “No, Dad. I am just stating the facts. It is tragic for such a young baby to part with his mother, don’t you agree?” Owen fell into deep thoughts. “I know you don’t like me, Dad. For the well-being of this Clinton baby, could you please give me his custody?” Amelia tried to appeal to his emotions. Owen reflected on her arguments and relented. “You discuss this matter with Oscar. If he agrees, I will not object.” “Thank you, Dad, for being so understanding.” Amelia thanked him with a deep bow.

Amelia nodded, and together, they made their way out of the study. Oscar was already in the hall when they appeared. Amelia went up to Oscar and asked, “Done with your work?” Oscar responded with a nod and guided her to sit next to him. “Everything ok?” he whispered. Amelia only shook her head but did not elaborate. Olivia eyeballed Owen and asked in a

you adore?” Owen humored Olivia. Olivia let out a relieved giggle. Amelia and Oscar stayed on with the Clintons and left after lunch. Once Amelia got into the car, she slumped into the passenger seat. Oscar took a look at her and asked with concern, “Tired?” Amelia shook her head. “Then why this indifference? Am I that unappealing?” Oscar asked in jest as he drove. Amelia opened her eyes and quietly

the game over for our marriage. Other people’s words don’t matter.” “Mr. Clinton, you always said you will not divorce me for now. But actually, deep in your heart, you can’t wait to do that, right? After all, the

looked fixedly at Oscar. “Do you know the real me?” Oscar could not honestly look her in the eye and profess he knew her well. “In your heart, I am but a materialistic woman who will trade in her body and soul for money, right? You would not be bothered to relate to a shallow woman like me.” Amelia went on self-deprecating. Oscar found

to ask me for my opinion. I will shut up if that got on your nerves.” Amelia was beaten. Oscar found a safe spot and stopped his car. He leaned over to Amelia and inquired, “Upset?” Amelia felt his breath in her ear, his warmth engulfing her whole body. She instinctively shunned him. She cannot let her mind wander. She needs to be rational. Upset? Of course! Unfortunately, all these are nothing compared to the sadness

them. Despite Stephanie’s hostility, I gave my best effort, hoping my sincerity will win them over. Oh, how wrong I had been… Other than Olivia, who truly adored her, everyone else kept her out of their heart. I always pretended like I did not mind Oscar’s affairs with other women. Even when Cassie showed

Oscar pronounced as he leaned closer to her. Wife? He calls me his wife, but his actions speak louder. At the most, I can be considered a plaything. I’m just something that he could cuddle up to when he felt like it and sweep aside when he’s not in the mood. Amelia badly wanted to take his word for it, but his attitude over the past few years clearly told her otherwise. Amelia was in turmoil. She knew Oscar would not bother to lie, but