Love You Enough to Leave You

She rolled her eyes and retorted, “I guess Amelia can finally give an explanation to Mrs. Scott since you’ve made your stance clear. Mrs. Scott called me today and said she misses Amelia. She also asked if Amelia and Carter have any chance of getting together. At first, I didn’t give a sure answer because you’re still in the picture. But based on your answer just now, I’ll tell Mrs. Scott that Carter can go ahead and pursue Amelia.” Something dark suddenly flickered in Oscar’s eyes. “What did you say?” “I’m sure you’ve heard what I said. I see no need to repeat myself.” Tiffany shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Mr. Clinton, but Amelia is still very popular among the elderly.

Although Mrs. Scott initially misunderstood Amelia, she apologized for it afterward. And now she’s trying to mend hers and Amelia’s relationship, especially since she has witnessed Carter’s devotion to Amelia. I’m telling you. If you don’t take Amelia seriously, someone else will. You’re not the only man that desires her in this world.” “She’s mine. Everyone else can forget about pursuing her.” “But she won’t be yours if you get divorced. Amelia can behave in however way she pleases with other men. She’s free to flirt and be cared for by others… unless you decide to keep your marriage.”

Oscar’s fists coiled taut, but his face remained relaxed in a calm manner. “Mr. Clinton. I personally think that your and Amelia’s divorce would be a good decision. She’d be better off in a more reliable relationship with Carter than if she stayed with you. At least he doesn’t have a messy history with other women, and he’ll never cause her emotional pain,” Tiffany spat. She wanted to spark jealousy in Oscar. Oscar looked at her with an empty stare. “Tiffany, do you know what becomes of those who provoke me?” “What? You’ll kill off my career in this city, so I can’t make a living?” “No. I’ll ensure that you’ll never leave this city. Then I’ll make your life here a living hell, making you wish that you were dead.

Do you believe that I’m capable of this?” A chill swelled in Tiffany’s chest, prickling her with gooseflesh down her arms. Sure enough, it wasn’t easy to dance with the devil; one wrong move and she would end up being tortured in hell eternally, not a single piece of her would escape unscathed. Tiffany believed every word Oscar said. She believed that he told the truth and that he was more than capable of making her life in this city a living hell. There was no need to ask her why. This was the difference between the rich and the average. As the saying goes, money talks, and anything or anyone could be bought over with money. “Tiffany, I can overlook your provocations because you are Amelia’s friend.

measures.” Tiffany sucked in a deep breath. Although she was terrified, she wasn’t going to give in so quickly. “You’re an odd man, Mr. Clinton. You seem to have a traditionally hegemonic belief. Despite sharing a marriage contract with Amelia, you have exclusive rights over her feelings, whilst she doesn’t get a single say in yours. So why put on an act of concern for her now? Don’t you think that’s a little hypocritical of you?” Oscar simply stared straight at her in

gulped and intentionally challenged back at him, “Mr. Clinton, you’re not going to monitor all my friendships

anger. She had never encountered such an overbearing, jerk of a man before; they were getting divorced, yet he still wanted her all to himself. He really is a classic scumbag. “Mr. Clinton, don’t you think that’s a bit too greedy of you?” “Is it?” He is a wealthy heir, she thought to herself. One of high social standing, with good looks, good education, and had admirable work capabilities. He’s an exceptional man; I’ll give him that. Such a man

her glamorous appearance. People think that she’s too frivolous and immoral to have as a wife, that whoever marries her will surely feel uneasy. Little do

that’s good and pure in this world, I promise you that.” She picked up her bag and continued, “Please treat Amelia better. I’m heading off now. Do let Amelia know when she gets back.” With that, Tiffany left. She didn’t want to be the third wheel between them. Shortly after, Amelia returned with bowls of noodles on a tray. She noticed that Tiffany was nowhere to be found and asked, “Where’s Tiff?” “She left to attend to some matters,” Oscar responded. Amelia eyed him. She then placed the noodles before him and said, “Tiff is my best friend, Mr. Clinton. Can’t you be a

a miracle that he hadn’t rudely retorted back at her straightforward comments. Amelia decided to drop the topic. She handed him the silverware and said, “Here, try some and tell me what you think of the taste. I haven’t cooked in a while, so I’m not sure if this is to your liking.” After accepting the silverware from her, Oscar chowed down on the noodles. His actions pleased Amelia greatly; she no longer cared about how the noodles tasted. All that mattered was that he enjoyed them. Once he emptied his bowl, Amelia offered, “There’s still more

Amelia eyed him sideways. Pretending to be calm, she asked, “Why do you ask, Mr. Clinton?” “It’s just something that Tiffany mentioned in our conversation earlier.” Amelia felt clueless as to what

you and the Scotts?” Careful thoughts surged through Amelia as she mentally prepared herself to face him head-on. After all, Oscar was a man of many faces. He was exceptionally skilled at getting others to say what he wanted them to;

exaggerated a little, but you shouldn’t take her words to heart, Mr. Clinton. I’ll deal with mine and the Scotts’ affair. There’s no need for you to fuss over a group of irrelevant people.” Oscar’s gaze intensified. There was something immeasurable in the way he looked at her. “Tiffany only said that she still kept in contact with Mrs. Scott. She didn’t mention you at all, though. Unless… you’ve been in contact with them this whole time?” I knew it. This sly old