Love You Enough to Leave You

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.

not a reaction that

there?” came Oscar’s

senses. “You didn’t see the

you do something you shouldn’t have?” Oscar teased, as

the office now. Let’s have lunch

a very important meeting at noon,” 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

with

you to think of me all day today and not look at other men, or I’d be very jealous.

hanging up, she

not for the angry sound of horns behind her, she would have remained all day before the traffic light which

mind still occupied with the problem of the photographs. Though it seemed like there was nothing going on at Oscar’s end, Amelia still felt suspicious. She was certain that he would have seen the photos, though why he

much rather Oscar drop all pretenses and have a 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

their marriage which was strong enough to withstand the seeds of doubt

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,

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

the sight of the intimidating height of the building which housed her husband’s company,

Oscar’s disappointed gaze upon her as the primary reason

was with that thought that she was confined in her car, paralyzed by her insecurity as she

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

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 long as she did not wind up on the operating table again like that time. Only people who had to wrestle with the possibility of one’s loved one departing

when she knew perfectly that she was about to face a man with known

wife was known to him, he

a violent storm. He felt that

from 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 in

that, he

“Come in,” Oscar ordered, rearranging his features back to his

the secretary, strode in. “Mr. Clinton, Ms. Yard is here,”