Amelia had only just set the breakfast table when Oscar sauntered down, all washed and dressed. She smiled. “Such precise timing, Mr. Clinton. Breakfast is ready. Eat up.”

Oscar hesitated a little but still sat down anyway.

Like the doting wife she was, Amelia set his breakfast in front of him. Oscar took a few bites and savored the familiar taste of a home-cooked meal. This was what he enjoyed the most, though he had no choice but to go for fine dining when he was out socializing.

On his second bowl of oatmeal, Oscar looked up at Amelia. “I’ve gotten the lawyer to draft a new set of divorce papers. Once you’ve signed them at the law firm, I’ll transfer the money into your account. The amount should be good to set you up for life.”

Amelia froze, her appetite all gone.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Oscar’s face fell. “What is it? Do you not want a divorce?”

grip around her spoon tightened momentarily. But she soon recovered and put on a coy smile. “Don’t

more drama, and neither did she want to lose

be appropriate to have your ex-wife present on your happy day. Also, Ms. Yard is still overseas, isn’t she?

his spoon down curtly. “I’ll be off to work now. I won’t

disappointment flashed across

fought back her tears, stood up, and straightened Oscar’s suit. “Have a

a quick glance before

She fell against the wall, tears pouring

Amelia picked herself up, cleared the breakfast table, and went up to the bedroom. She put on full makeup

let an ounce of sadness be reflected on her face, no matter how much she was suffering. She would always

handbag, her phone in the bag started ringing. It was

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