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?”

recovered and put on a coy smile. “Don’t be silly. I just thought this was

She didn’t want any more drama, and neither did she

me to your wedding. I doubt it’d be appropriate to have your ex-wife present on your happy day. Also, Ms. Yard is still overseas, isn’t she? You might want to check on her and see what she’s been up to these last four years. After all, four years is a long time and time can bring

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

look of disappointment

and straightened Oscar’s suit. “Have a

her a

of sight, Amelia’s smile faded. She fell against the wall, tears pouring down

up to the bedroom.

be reflected on her face, no matter how much she was suffering.

up her LV handbag, her phone in the bag started ringing. It was from an

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