Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 97 I Will Divorce If He Says So,Love You Enough to Leave You

“You are a good girl and have been filial to Olivia and me. However, your family background is not satisfactory. Thus, I cannot accept you as my daughter-in-law wholeheartedly. If you know what is good for you, then take these and sign the divorce papers after you give birth. That would be the best arrangement possible for both Oscar and yourself. Cassie is definitely a more suitable candidate to marry Oscar. I know Olivia has her reservations about Cassie, but I’m sure she will grow to like her,” Owen told Amelia. His words pierced Amelia’s heart. She thought the love and concern she showed the Clintons in the past five years would have at least earned her their acceptance, if not affection.

She was wrong. Owen Clinton was a cold-hearted patriarch. Amelia put on a smile to mask her emotional turmoil. “I get your point, Dad. However, this marriage is between Oscar and me. The decision to divorce lies with Oscar, not you, Dad. If he initiates the divorce, I will oblige. I am afraid it will not be appropriate for me to accept your offer. Oscar would be upset if I took anything valuable from you,” reasoned Amelia. Owen glanced at her and said, “Amelia, you are a smart lady. I think you should know which option will be more advantageous to you.” Amelia nodded, and with all sincerity, promised, “Dad, I know. I assure you, I will sign the papers and let go without a fuss if Oscar wants a divorce.

I only have one request.” “Shoot,” Owen commanded. “I will not ask for any financial support or alimony upon divorce. I have only one wish.” Owen was surprised. He scrutinized Amelia and finally said, “Tell me.” “Dad, if Oscar and I divorced, I want the custody of my child. That is the only thing I ask for.” “No.” Owen rejected the demand instantly. “Dad, after our divorce, Oscar will marry Cassie, and she will bless you with a grandchild next year. On the other hand, all I have is only this child. It is not too much to ask for, is it?” Amelia appealed. “No way! All Clintons stay within the family.” Owen again dismissed the idea outright. “But Dad, don’t you think a newborn needs his mother by his side?”

“Is that emotional blackmail?” “No, Dad. I am just stating the facts. It is tragic for such a young baby to part with his mother, don’t you agree?” Owen fell into deep thoughts. “I know you don’t like me, Dad. For the well-being of this Clinton baby, could you please give me his custody?” Amelia tried to appeal to his emotions. Owen reflected on her arguments and relented. “You discuss this matter with Oscar. If he agrees, I will not object.” “Thank you, Dad, for being so understanding.” Amelia

in the hall when they appeared. Amelia went up to Oscar and asked, “Done with your

seat. Oscar took a look at her and asked with concern, “Tired?”

Amelia told him truthfully. “Sometimes I really wonder — am I so inferior? So bad that everyone is rooting for me to leave.” Oscar scowled. “Don’t let that bother you. I have told you before that only I can declare the game over for our marriage. Other people’s words don’t matter.” “Mr. Clinton, you always said you will not divorce me for

fixedly at Oscar. “Do you know the real me?” Oscar could not honestly look her in the eye and profess he knew her well. “In your heart, I am but a materialistic woman who will trade in her body and soul for money, right? You would not be bothered to relate to a shallow woman like me.” Amelia went on self-deprecating. Oscar found her self-condemnation jarring. “Stop belittling yourself,” he commanded. Amelia laughed out loud.

your nerves.” Amelia was beaten. Oscar found a safe spot and stopped his car.

had grown to love them. Despite Stephanie’s hostility, I gave my best effort, hoping my sincerity will win them over. Oh, how wrong I had been… Other than Olivia, who truly adored her,

with me. Amelia leaned backward to avoid Oscar’s passionate and inquisitive gaze. “To you, I was never family, right?” she lamented gloomily. “You are my wife,” Oscar pronounced as he leaned closer to her. Wife? He calls me his wife, but his actions speak louder. At the most, I can be considered a plaything. I’m just something that he could cuddle up to when he felt like it and sweep aside when he’s not in the mood. Amelia badly wanted to take his word for it, but his attitude over the past few years clearly told