Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 83

Amelia hugged a pillow and said, “This matter isn’t solely Carter Scott’s fault.”

“You’re still trying to defend him! Amelia, don’t tell me that you still have feelings for him?” Tiffany exclaimed with wide eyes.

Amelia chuckled lightly. “The feelings I had for him have long dissipated four years ago. We aren’t compatible.”

“If you were to say you still have feelings for him, I’d break your legs and lock you up

right here!”

Amelia tightened her grip on the pillow.

“We ended up nowhere back then. Right now, it’ll only be even more impossible. His family and career have no correlation to me. We have no future together.”

Tiffany saw the flash of sorrow in Amelia’s eyes, her mood taking a downturn along with it.

“Amelia, to be honest, have you been unable to move on from Carter all these years? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have contacted him and even gone to work in his company.”

Amelia shook her head. “Tiff, I know my boundaries. Those years I spent being infatuated with him are long behind me.”

Tiffany glanced at the photographs on the table, finding them extremely offensive to the eyes. “Even though you claim you no longer feel that way about him, I doubt he feels the same way,” she said.

Tiffany had been by Amelia’s side, watching her grow from the sidelines. Naturally, she’d witnessed those years she spent crushing on Carter Scott. Back then, Amelia had been a university student with nothing to her name, while Carter was the ingenious, sophisticated child of a wealthy entrepreneur. The incomparable difference between their identities had caused her to bury her feelings for him deep inside her heart.

Although both of them had feelings for each other, neither of them tried to tear down the barrier between them. Carter Scott had never found out how she felt about him.

Clutching onto Amelia’s hand, Tiffany said, “Amelia, should you decide to divorce Oscar Clinton, perhaps Carter Scott would make a suitable life partner. But I still hope you’ll consider it carefully. The wealthy are too complicated. I don’t wish for you to be dragged into their mess and be unable to save yourself.”

Amelia laughed. “You’ve thought too much, Tiff. There’s nothing between us. Even if I were to divorce Oscar, I wouldn’t choose him either. I don’t wish to be involved with the rich for a second time. In the future, I’ll settle for a financially stable, decent looking man. As for the rest, I won’t think too much about it.”

Tiffany quietened down. She knew Amelia hadn’t had an easy life.

Despite being married into the Clintons, Oscar Clinton had no other fondness for her except for her body. A woman without her husband’s love would bound to feel empty inside no matter how much he tried to substitute it with material things.

“Tiff, I’m gonna take a quick nap. Wake me up at nine o’clock so I can go home,” Amelia instructed and laid down on the couch.

“Go sleep in the bedroom. The air-conditioner here is too strong. Careful it’ll give you a cold.”

“It’s alright. I’m quite comfortable here. Let me sleep and wake me up when it’s time will do.” Having said that, Amelia’s eyes fluttered shut and dozed off.

Tiffany shook her head resignedly, returning to the bedroom to grab a blanket to cover her. Then, she took out her laptop and started typing at an insane speed.

About an hour later, she was interrupted by a ringing phone. She looked everywhere before realizing it came from Amelia’s bag. When she went to retrieve it, it revealed that it was Oscar Clinton calling.

of hesitation, she picked

Winters, where are you? Come back right away.” Tiffany had only just answered the phone when Oscar’s

manner, “Mr. Clinton, watch your tone.

of silence passed

tired. Hence, she’s resting,”

she sells her body. But all these years, she’s been playing her role as your wife so well. Even if you don’t feel romantically for her, please treat her slightly better. She may

quiet once

listening, then I’ll hang up now. She’ll go

about to hang up the call, Oscar uttered, “I’ll

“What?”

she was hearing things. Before she could ask, though,

under her breath, “What the hell. How rude. If you had been

placed Amelia’s

Tiffany had originally wanted to ignore it, but the incessant ringing was giving her

doorframe, Tiffany crossed her arms against her chest

Clinton. Your

at her

don’t you tell me, who is Amelia

his brows. He had always been at odds with Tiffany. Even though she was Amelia’s best friend, he still didn’t like her. She was like a porcupine. As soon as she opened her

“Where’s Amelia?” he repeated.

me, Mr. Clinton. In your heart, what exactly is Amelia

that suffice?” Oscar

I see. So you do know she’s your wife. Earlier on the phone, I assumed she was your

looked at her frigidly. “May I enter? Or else we’ll disturb your neighbors when we

with a welcome gesture. “Mr. Clinton, please. Lest Amelia blames me for not

without another word. Pouting, she reached out

living room and saw Amelia, who was curled up on the couch. “Mr. Clinton, do you see? The wife you mentioned has always been cheerful in your presence. But have you ever thought about how much stress she was under? Before she got pregnant, whenever you were off traveling for business, she would come to my place for a sleepover. At times, she had to take sleeping pills to go to bed. I remember one time, I heard her saying in her sleep that if there wasn’t Cassie Yard between the two of you, she

at Oscar, Tiffany continued, “Mr. Clinton. Such a good woman, do you really

her head in view, Oscar’s heart skipped a beat. He felt

her and stroked her cheek gently, feeling how cold her skin was with his fingertips. His heart

you on purpose. If you were to treat her better, I’d welcome you with great

long as you stop spouting nonsense in front of her, she wouldn’t

simply had to throw a jab in her face.

of them ever calling a

have to speak in such a goading tone?” Tiffany questioned, crossing her arms against her

cold glance at her and said, “Despite your passable looks, I simply can’t bring myself to treat you

twitched. Am I supposed to take this as a

Clinton. I’m unable to treat you as a man either, for I’ve never

lifted the blanket