Love You Enough to Leave You

Tiffany felt so sorry for Amelia. Tightening her grip on the steering wheel, she advised the latter, “Babe, divorce him if you’re no longer feeling happy in this marriage. Considering how long you guys have been together, I think Oscar won’t demand a hundred million from you for breaching the contract, will he?” Shutting her eyes, Amelia forced out a stiff smile. Tiffany took a quick glance at her. As an outsider, I’m not in any position to pass remarks on their marriage. If it’s so easy to cut off ties with a person, especially one whose life is closely intertwined with yours, there won’t be so many couples locked in bitter battles.

“Babe, if you don’t want to leave him, then stay and work hard to capture his heart,” Tiffany suggested. Heaving a sigh, Amelia said disappointingly, “It’s very challenging to read his mind. We’ve been married for five years, but I still have no clue what he’s thinking half of the time. Generally speaking, he treats me well and does show affection at times. However, I can’t tell if he still has any feelings for me.” Tiffany chuckled. “Babe, one thing I don’t like about you is how you’d falter back and forth before making a decision. From my point of view, what’s there to be afraid of? It’s no big deal even if you fail in the end. Most importantly, you’ve worked on it and have no regrets for yourself.”

Amelia tried to shake the thought away. “Let’s not talk about him anymore. I don’t plan to go home tonight. I’ll stay at your apartment.” Tiffany felt so helpless. “You know what? Since the day you married Oscar, I’ve lost count the times you stayed over at my place.” Looking completely nonplussed, Amelia replied, “Well, you always turn into a nocturnal creature when you try to meet deadlines at work. You even barred me from visiting you if I had nothing urgent.” Batting her eyelids, Tiffany defended herself, “Babe, don’t put the blame on me. Haven’t I been welcoming you with open arms and serving you the best cuisines when you sleep over at my place? I’m so hurt by your words.”

As the atmosphere started to liven up, Amelia became more relaxed. After a moment of silence, her topic revolved around Derrick again. “Tiff, I do think that Derrick is serious about you. How do you feel about him? Would you consider going out with him?” Tiffany paused. The question had removed the twinkle in her eye. “Babe, why are you talking about him again? He’s my boss, the one who feeds me, and there’s no other possibility between us. Although I’m a renowned author, I’m just a small fry compared to his family. My salary per annum is not even comparable to what they earn in a day.

realistic as this may sound, it doesn’t rule out the possibility of gaining equal footing on other aspects which are as important. For example, if the woman is highly educated and has a similar lifestyle, then she is most likely to handle the etiquette required

Cinderella didn’t marry only the prince, she’s gotten herself involved in the entire royal family. She needs to master all kinds of etiquettes and rules, endure the cynicism of others, demonstrate flexibility as well as an ability to overcome various unforeseen circumstances. When the going gets tough, Cinderella must either demonstrate tenacity or she will be defeated, end up getting a divorce, and leave her prince miserably. Conversely, the prince would

but a compatible one nonetheless. Unfortunately, this is the reality. “From the way he acts and carries himself, Derrick seems like a person who’s in control of his own life. Why don’t you give him a chance?” Amelia thought for a while before prompting Tiffany. “Babe, did he bribe you or something? Why do you keep saying good things about him? Tell me, what benefits are you reaping?” Amelia grinned from ear to ear. “Will I go above and beyond to promote him if I don’t think he is any good?” Tiffany was puzzled. “Why,

Why are you working so hard in making us an item?” “My sixth sense,” Amelia said. It made Tiffany even more flabbergasted. “I thought you loathe forming an opinion based on sixth sense?” “The gut feeling of a woman can be quite accurate. I can just envision how he will spoil you rotten.” Arching her brow, Tiffany questioned, “Are you bewitched by his charm?” “That’s one of the reasons.” Tiffany could not

glance, you and I can see clearly that Derrick and I are from different realms. I’ve been working with him for two to three years now and I can safely tell you that he didn’t show any interest in me all this while. Anyone would be shocked to the core with his sudden confession. Aren’t you worried if he’s approaching me with ill intentions? Perhaps he wants to exploit my talents and then chuck me aside once I’m of

it if you tell me that Derrick is eyeing your beauty and he wants to get intimate with you. But you’re saying that he wants to manipulate you and take advantage of your expertise. Are you serious? He’s the boss of a big company. Is there a need for him to do so?” Knowing how bizarre her argument was, Tiffany did not refute. “Okay, don’t think too much. I can only say that your fate shows up in a timely manner. Prior to this, I was worried that you’d be a spinster forever. Unexpectedly, you wowed me with how the story has unfolded. I’m relieved, nonetheless.” Sulking, Tiffany protested,

always reject it by giving me lots of excuses. Wouldn’t I be worried when you refused to meet any guy? I’m just like an anxious mother waiting for my overaged daughter to get married. Now that there’s a person trying to court you, I actually feel good about it.” Tiffany was rendered speechless. Before Amelia could continue speaking, her phone rang. It was Carter. She looked sideways at Tiffany

a married woman, is he trying to be a homewrecker? Are all those who are born with a silver spoon that free? They’ve got nothing better to do besides coming up with ideas to destroy someone else’s families?” Amelia was amused by Tiffany’s comments. She picked the call up, “Carter.” His faint voice was heard from the other side of the line. “Amelia, are you at home?” “I’m with Tiff right

and shouldn’t be moving around. We shall meet when you’re discharged.” “I’m in your neighborhood. I’ll just wait right here until you show