Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 234 Get Lost With Nothing Left

Carter licked his lips nervously. “Amelia,” he said in a hoarse voice. “You’re obviously unhappy living with the Clintons. Why are you still placing yourself in such a difficult position?”

Amelia was so furious that all she could do was laugh helplessly. She was tired of being surrounded by people who thought they knew better than she did. Cassie had thought that Amelia was not a worthy match for Oscar and had plotted for their divorce. Stephanie had thought the same and strived to ostracize and humiliate her, to the extent of attempting to involve her in an accident when she was pregnant at that time. Just when she thought she was done with all of those, Carter showed up with an idiotic declaration of love for her.

Amelia was contented with her life, as evidenced by the smile that came involuntarily to her face at the mention of her husband. She had no idea why Carter was so sure that she was unhappy being married into the Clinton family. Why do these people see the things they want to see instead of seeing what is actually there? Why are they refusing to believe what is in front of their eyes?

Somehow, her happiness was so repulsive to behold that people were hellbent on destroying her marriage with Oscar.

She hated those who thought they knew better. Under the pretext of doing things for her own good, they had intrusively meddled in her marriage and even tried to make decisions that would impact the future of her marriage on her behalf.

If everyone around her were like Tiffany, her life would not be as difficult as it was now. Amelia’s marriage was as precarious as thin ice due to the number of opinions and acts of sabotage by people who thought they knew better than she did. Every day she lived in fear of it cracking, plunging her into the icy depths of solitude within.

“Carter, I do not wish to discuss the matter with you anymore. Whether or not I am happy living with the Clintons is up to me. Your opinion is not required or wanted.” Amelia glared at him coldly. “It is possible that you did not have sufficient sleep for you to be spouting off such nonsense. Why don’t you go home and get some rest? We’ll talk further when you are in better control of yourself.”

Amelia turned to leave. However, Carter grabbed her and pulled her into his invasively tight embrace.

Amelia struggled in vain. “Carter, if you do not let go of me this instant, we will no longer be friends.”

Carter grimaced as if trying hard not to cry.

“Amelia, please don’t push me away,” he begged. “You obviously still have feelings for me, otherwise you wouldn’t have sent me those messages. I know that you do love me. Look at what you have sent me.”

As he reached for his phone, Amelia took the opportunity to shove him roughly away. “I don’t care.” Her voice shook with fury. “I have never sent you messages of any kind. You’re emotionally unstable right now. I’m going home, and so should you. I do not wish to be seen with you here and for people to get the wrong idea about us. I do not wish for my husband to have any misunderstanding.”

Carter forced his phone into her hand. “Look, Amelia. It was a message from you to me. Why do you keep denying it? If you didn’t have feelings for me, you wouldn’t send me a message like this.”

suppressing the rage within her, she took his phone and examined the messages, the color draining from her face the

message came from her number, as Carter claimed. However, the sultry

some difficulty, she had managed to regain control

still have me in your heart.

every gesture of hers being watched, she felt the invisible hand of her foe guiding her toward a dead-end of which

the person who seemed to hate her that much that they were

a shake of her head to regain composure, Amelia instinctively stepped

follow me.” Amelia

at her plea, gazing at her with an odd mixture of optimism and pain. “Amelia, I

the people who seemed to think they know better, Carter’s behavior had rendered her

really cared about me, you wouldn’t have done something this silly to let people misunderstand the nature of our relationship.” Amelia put on a look of grim determination. “Carter, please leave. I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to even talk if there is no need to. I hope that you and Ms.

Amelia

do love me, otherwise you wouldn’t be sending me a text like that. Why won’t you

do not wish for us to

gazed fixedly at her. “Amelia, you do love me,” he said seriously.

With both hands clutching her head in frustration, she

was taken aback at the suddenness of her movement. He reached out a hand to touch her but Amelia sprang away to avoid his touch as though she was being electrocuted. “Carter, I’m begging you,” she cried. “I love my husband and child, and I love my in-laws. We have been friends for so many years, please leave me alone. Please stop telling me you love me. I do not wish for my marriage to be damaged as a result of your meddling. I do not know how the two messages were sent to you, but they were definitely not sent by me. I love my

it finally occurred to him that the two messages he had based his entire declaration of love

as he was driving himself over to the Clinton residence. In contrast, his dreams had been dashed with such abruptness that it felt as if he had fallen from the skies and landed with

“I’m sorry,”

she pleaded, keeping a wary distance. “I don’t think we should be communicating with each other

we are both victims to a plot. Somebody must have stolen your phone to send those messages to me. Please calm down,

Amelia’s breathing resumed its normal

him, Carter felt more optimistic at the chances of Amelia listening to whatever it

best for you and Oscar. I will not