“Mr. Clinton, when our divorce has been finalized, I won’t ask anything of you if you’ll let me have our child,” Amelia said.

“No,” Oscar refused without a moment’s hesitation. “I won’t allow a Clinton to be left out in the cold like this.”

Amelia’s eyes widened. She said incredulously, “But Mr. Clinton, Ms. Yard is already pregnant. If my child remains with the Clintons, what would he do without either of his parents by his side? Why won’t you let him come with me instead? He’ll only be another sticking point between Ms. Yard and yourself if he stays here.”

Oscar frowned, looking wrathful. “He’s a Clinton. He’s not a sticking point,” he declared.

A sardonic grin appeared on Amelia’s face. She said scornfully, “What he’ll have instead of real parents are a stepmother and a stepfather. Mr. Clinton, you and Ms. Yard have children of your own. What makes you think that you’d be able to care for mine on the same level?”

Oscar’s frown deepened. “You’ve gravely misunderstood Cassie. At the rate this conversation is going, there’s no way it can end well. Perhaps we should discuss this when you’ve calmed down a bit more.”

Amelia wriggled out of his embrace. “I’m perfectly calm now, Mr. Clinton, so I would like to discuss this now.”

Oscar looked at her wordlessly.

Amelia pressed on, insisting, “We didn’t even consider the possibility of having a child when we signed our marriage papers all those years ago. Why can’t you revert to that original mindset now that we’re divorced? I’ll leave with no strings attached. All I want is my child.”

Amelia paused and took a deep breath. Then she continued, “You’ll have other children with Ms. Yard. But this may be the only child I’ll ever have in my life. If you’ve ever loved me even a little, please give me custody of him.”

Oscar continued looking at her.

“Will you, Mr. Clinton? Say something.” Amelia returned his gaze resolutely.

Oscar fished for a cigarette. As he brought it to his lips, however, he suddenly remembered the doctor’s orders not to smoke in the presence of a pregnant lady. He lowered his cigarette again.

Oscar got off the bed, crossing over to the couch, then sat down. Matter-of-factly, he said, “Amelia, don’t we have a rather good arrangement now? When you asked for romance, I created countless swoon-worthy moments for you. When you got pregnant, I permitted you to carry the child to term. If money is what you want, I’ll see to it that you receive a hefty sum upon the finalization of the divorce. You can lead a carefree existence for the rest of your life. These are riches some women can’t even dream of. Tell me, what is it that you’re lacking?”

Amelia laughed bitterly. Her label as a gold digger now eclipsed her. She couldn’t blame Oscar for thinking she could be bought off by money.

When she had married Oscar four years ago, she never once imagined they’d get divorced one day, much less under such tumultuous circumstances.

“Mr. Clinton, I only want the child,” Amelia repeated firmly.

“You can have him, but I’ll freeze every one of your accounts. You won’t be able to take a single cent with you,” Oscar threatened. In his mind’s eye, he thought Amelia’s grubby personality would immediately back off when faced with this threat to her wealth. He thus never saw her reply coming.

“Great. I hope you’ll honor your word, Mr. Clinton,” Amelia replied without missing a beat.

Astonished, Oscar looked at her and asked, “Are you certain of this?”

Amelia simply nodded.

isn’t insignificant either. I’m thirty now, and I’ve given you some of the best years of my youth. I’ll never regret having met you. Let’s save ourselves the sleepless

asked, “Are you

will always leave victims in its wake, Mr. Clinton. I’m already at the losing end, so I don’t wish

and seized her chin, saying, “Amelia, I don’t want to get a divorce

love me, Mr. Clinton, then why do you insist on keeping me chained to your

“Leave that up

“Mr. Clinton, has anybody

the first, but I like the sound of it. You’re my wife, so I don’t

ability to remain unfazed by her insults left her feeling most helpless. Trying another tactic, she lowered her gaze and meekly pleaded, “Have mercy on

side. Flatly, he intoned, “You were just discharged. Stay at home and rest.

on his mind. However, she refused to concern herself with that. In the brief exchange that had just occurred, she had allowed herself to think

she’d glimpsed in Oscar was merely wishful thinking on her

the bed. Suddenly, the shrill ringing of the phone

up, Carter’s name

answered the

end, Carter asked anxiously, “Have you been

barely worked for a month at your company, and I’ve already taken half a month’s worth of leave. Perhaps it would be better for me

position’s reserved for you. It’s a small matter, so don’t take it to heart. Your health is of paramount importance. By the

Amelia was silent.

she finally said, “Carter, thank you for all the help you’ve given me, but I don’t think I should go to Saspiuburg. Please let someone else

“All right,” Carter agreed.

return to work tomorrow. Will that be okay

to himself. In a low voice, he replied, “Silly, enough of your

“Okay.”

rest, and bring back that fearless iron lady I used

up. “Got it. I won’t let my personal issues

well. I’ll hang up first then,” Carter

had ended, Amelia stared at her phone for a while, lost in thought. Cradling her belly, she whispered, “Sweetheart, your daddy’s determined to marry Cassie. It’s not that Mommy wants to give up, but I am always destined to come out

bed for a good ten minutes before deciding that she might as well lay down for all her trouble. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep,

unfailingly to Oscar. It was

had gotten pregnant, she was prone to long bouts of drowsiness. She found herself wrestling frequently with her increasingly heavy eyelids. Hence, going to work was good for her as it provided an environment in which she didn’t

for a quick wash-up. She then changed into a flowy dress

by the sight of Olivia already seated at the dining table. She smiled

returned her smile warmly. “I’m all better. Why are you here

came up at work. His employee

her keen eye saw right through Amelia’s reply to the heart of the matter—work was

work. One of Oscar’s secretaries had

her. “Since Oscar is busy, we shan’t wait for him to eat dinner then. It’s late, and

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