You More Than Anything In The World

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.

After a short moment of hesitation, she picked it up.

back right away.” Tiffany had only just answered

an equally rude manner, “Mr. Clinton, watch your tone. Amelia’s your wife, not your

silence passed before he responded, “Where’s

resting,” Tiffany said indifferently. “Mr. Clinton, I know Amelia’s in a transactional marriage with you. You fork out the money while 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 be glamorous

kept quiet once

I’ll hang up now. She’ll

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

was hearing things. Before she could ask, though, Oscar hung up

How rude. If you had been

she placed Amelia’s phone back into her

doorbell rang. Tiffany had originally wanted to ignore it, but the incessant ringing was giving her a headache. With no alternative, she went to get the door, unsurprisingly seeing Oscar Clinton standing on the

Tiffany crossed her arms against her chest with her chin raised. “What an unexpected visit, Mr. Clinton. Your presence brings light to my

stared at her coldly.

don’t you tell

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 mouth, pricks would start

“Where’s Amelia?” he repeated.

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

Does that suffice?”

Earlier on the phone, I assumed

“May I enter? Or else

gesture. “Mr. Clinton, please. Lest Amelia blames

entered without another word. Pouting, she reached out

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 would try to make you fall in love with

Tiffany continued, “Mr. Clinton. Such a good woman, do you really not

cozily in blankets with only her head in view, Oscar’s heart skipped a beat. He felt like the Amelia he was seeing

cold her skin was with his fingertips. His

Clinton, I’m not going against you on purpose. If you were to treat her better, I’d welcome you with

from the sleeping Amelia. “I’ll treat my woman well. As long as

call a truce, but who knew he had no discernment. He simply had to throw a jab in her face. Sure enough, she and Oscar must have been born as nemeses. There was probably

a

her and said, “Despite your passable looks, I simply can’t bring

I supposed to take

treat you as a man

ignorance, Oscar gently lifted the blanket and attempted to carry Amelia. Tiffany stopped him. “What are you

her home,”