Amelia had only just set the breakfast table when Oscar sauntered down, all washed and dressed. She smiled. “Such precise timing, Mr. Clinton. Breakfast is ready. Eat up.”

Oscar hesitated a little but still sat down anyway.

Like the doting wife she was, Amelia set his breakfast in front of him. Oscar took a few bites and savored the familiar taste of a home-cooked meal. This was what he enjoyed the most, though he had no choice but to go for fine dining when he was out socializing.

On his second bowl of oatmeal, Oscar looked up at Amelia. “I’ve gotten the lawyer to draft a new set of divorce papers. Once you’ve signed them at the law firm, I’ll transfer the money into your account. The amount should be good to set you up for life.”

Amelia froze, her appetite all gone.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Oscar’s face fell. “What is it? Do you not want a divorce?”

spoon tightened momentarily. But she soon recovered and put on a

more drama, and neither did she want

have your ex-wife present on your happy day. Also, Ms. Yard is still

work now. I

look of disappointment flashed across Amelia’s

and straightened Oscar’s suit. “Have a

her a quick glance before walking

smile faded. She fell against

to the bedroom. She put on full makeup and was very pleased

much she was suffering. She would

her LV handbag, her phone in the bag started ringing. It was from an unknown

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