Chapter 235 Revenge Is A Dish

“Stephanie, you’re insane,” Amelia shouted. “Your brother and I love each other. How could you subject Tony to live in a broken family that is lacking love at such a young age?” Amelia asked Stephanie resentfully.

Stephanie shrugged. “Amelia, you think too highly of yourself. Whether or not Oscar loves you, I can’t tell. What I do know is that you are still clinging to him. Sure, Tony’s cute. I love my little nephew too, but it is such a pity for him to have a shameless wh*re for a mother. It’s for Oscar and his sake that I’m kicking you out of the Clinton family.”

Amelia felt certain that she would never be able to come to a compromise with Stephanie.

“Stephanie, you will pay for the things that you have done one of these days. I don’t think the Clintons would be able to protect you your entire life. It would be prudent for you to do a little soul searching and beg for forgiveness while you still can,” Amelia advised sincerely.

Stephanie scoffed. “Amelia, you’d better start thinking of how’re going to explain yourself to my brother,” she jeered. “I’ve already sent the photos of you and Carter embracing to Oscar. What do you think his reaction will be when he sees them?”

Amelia felt her heart stop for several seconds at Stephanie’s threat. The hatred for her sister-in-law had never felt as intense as it did at that moment. Things were only beginning to look slightly better for her and Oscar when Stephanie had stepped in to ensure its demise.

What heinous crime have I committed to cause everybody to sabotage my marriage?

“Stephanie, I hate you. And I never say this lightly.” Amelia glared at her through gritted teeth. Without another word, she turned around and descended the stairs.

Amelia extracted her phone and proceeded to call Oscar. Due to anxiety, she had repeatedly dialed the wrong number and was on the verge of tears at each wrong attempt.

At last, she had dialed it correctly. It rang for a long time before she was being directed to leave a voicemail.

Panicking, Amelia hung up and tried again to no avail.

She did not try anymore. Instead, she opted to drive out of the Clinton residence, away from the source of her shame and ridicule.

She drove recklessly as if to leave all of her problems behind. Oscar had returned her call when she was almost in the city.

“Oz, why didn’t you pick up earlier?” Amelia demanded. “Are you angry? I’m telling you, the photographs are not what it looks like! I can explain. There’s nothing going on between me and Carter.”

“Honey, calm down,” Oscar said gently. “What photographs? What happened with Carter? Is he clinging on to you again?” Amelia heard the menacing noise of Oscar’s teeth gritting against one another.

was not a

still there?” came Oscar’s voice

“You didn’t see the photos?” she

have?” Oscar teased,

the office

said Oscar apologetically. “I called you back because I saw that you called me earlier repeatedly. After we hang up, I have to attend the meeting. I’ll book a table for

great,” Amelia said with

today and not look at other men, or I’d be

was still stunned. Even after hanging up, she

the angry sound of horns behind her, she would

Though it seemed like there was nothing going on at Oscar’s end, Amelia still felt

proper discussion with her as opposed to pretending that the problem did not exist. Communication should be transparent as they were husband and wife after all. If things

trust Oscar and their marriage which was strong enough to withstand the seeds

marriage deeply. After her encounter with death, she had a newfound appreciation for life. As a result, she treasured her marriage with Oscar very much. Every second in his company was a blessing. Due to the accident, she had understood the fragility of human life which was so easily extinguishable in the blink of an eye. She did not want there to be any doubt or suspicions between them, as it was the

the steering wheel, Amelia was unable to locate an anchor point in the turbulent storm of her emotions. Without realizing it, she had been driving around in circles on autopilot as she succumbed to her thoughts.

of the intimidating height of the building which housed her husband’s company, she felt at that moment too timid

dread of seeing Oscar’s disappointed gaze upon her as the primary

her car, paralyzed by her insecurity as she

floor of the skyscraper, Oscar was feeling far from the cheerful demeanor he had put on while on the phone with his wife earlier. With a stony countenance, his thumb brushed across the screen to ascertain that the characters within the photographs

his own wife being embraced so tightly by another man meant. He was convinced of her innocence as he had been extraordinarily tolerant of her since the day of the accident. He would have been able to endure whatever lines she crossed as

knew perfectly that she was about to face a man with known intentions toward her. Even worse,

for his wife was known to him, he had

preceded a violent storm. He felt that he had been overly indulgent of Stephanie for her to provoke his patience in

his phone and dialed a number. When the call went through, he spoke immediately. “Stephanie, it’s me. Let’s meet in Room 209 at the Star Hotel

he promptly

ordered, rearranging his features

strode in. “Mr. Clinton,

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