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.

a

still there?” came

senses. “You didn’t see the photos?”

you shouldn’t have?” Oscar teased, as he let

once. “Definitely not. I’m heading to the office now. Let’s have lunch together at noon? Wait

meeting at noon,” said Oscar apologetically. “I called you back because I saw that you called me earlier repeatedly. After we hang up,

Amelia said with

you aren’t fully recovered. I want you to think of me all day today and not look at other men, or I’d be very jealous. And you mustn’t say the

was still stunned. Even after hanging up, she remained in

horns behind her, she would have remained all day

on at Oscar’s end, Amelia still felt suspicious. She was certain that

the problem did not exist. Communication should be transparent as they were husband and wife after all. If things were to remain suppressed for long, it would be

which was strong enough to withstand the seeds of doubt caused

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,

of her emotions. Without realizing it, she had been driving around in circles on autopilot as she succumbed to

which housed her husband’s company, she felt at that moment

seeing Oscar’s disappointed gaze upon her as the primary reason for

confined in her car, paralyzed by her insecurity as she stared across the road at Clinton

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

of 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

she was not prepared when she knew perfectly that she was about to face a man

wife was known to him, he had no doubt that Stephanie

the type of calm that preceded a violent storm. He felt that he had been overly indulgent of Stephanie

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 a bit. I

he

rearranging his features

“Mr. Clinton, Ms. Yard is