Chapter 2 Let's Get a Divorce

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When Amelia got to the door of the private room, she heard the sound of glass shattering inside.

Worried about Chris, she rushed in. "Chris, you..."

The room was packed with young people. In the center, a guy with the top two buttons of his shirt undone was lounging on the sofa, holding a wine glass, looking all elegant and noble.

A gorgeous woman was sitting super close to him, her hand on his collar, looking intimate.

The sight hit Amelia hard, and she wished she could go blind right then and there so she wouldn't have to see her husband getting all cozy with another woman.

But before she could back out, Chris's cold voice cut through the air, "What are you doing here?"

Amelia froze, meeting Chris's clear but disgusted gaze. That look of disdain squeezed her heart tight. It was only then she realized she'd been tricked by Leila.

He wasn't drunk; he was just hanging out with friends. And he always hated her showing up in front of his friends.

"I thought you were drunk and came to take you home," Amelia said honestly.

Chris sneered, "Your excuse for lying is pathetic."

"Chris, Miss Tudor is just worried about you," the woman said with a sweet smile, adjusting Chris's collar thoughtfully.

But Amelia caught the malice in her words. Of course, she knew this woman was Leila, the ex-girlfriend who had boldly declared she'd win Chris back. Her photo was still hanging on the wall of Chris's room, making it impossible for Amelia to forget Leila's face, which she saw every single day.

Chris sneered disdainfully, "Does she deserve to care about me?"

He pushed Leila's hand away, stood up, and walked over to Amelia, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "Trying to play the role of Mrs. Spencer? Afraid people don't know I married a bigamist ?"

Amelia bit her lip, staying silent as usual while he humiliated her.

Her reaction seemed to bore him, and he frowned impatiently, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Don't let there be a next time. Get out," he said.

Chris didn't give her another glance, going back to his seat to keep drinking, while Leila immediately clung to him, coaxing, "Don't be mad, Chris. Come to my place after the party."

It seemed Amelia was just an insignificant person, as the room filled with laughter once again, leaving Mrs. Spencer standing at the door, unable to take a step inside.

One guy asked, "Chris, did she follow you here?"

Another guy said, "Such a gold digger doesn't deserve any kindness. She fawned over your grandfather to force you into marriage, intruded on your relationship with Leila, and even shamelessly deceived you into marriage!"

A third guy said angrily, "I'll find time to teach her a lesson and vent Chris's anger!"

A fourth guy echoed, "If it weren't for Chris's grandfather, it would be better for her to marry that old man and be a widow."

They wanted to degrade Amelia to the level of a prostitute, their mocking and disdainful gazes piercing her, causing her pain.

Three years, this situation had happened countless times; she should have been used to it by now. Why did it still hurt?

Amelia's vision blurred, and she didn't know how she left the nightclub.

Facing the cold autumn wind, she walked alone along the roadside for a long time.

Suddenly, a red convertible sports car made a perfect drift and stopped right in front of her. The window rolled down, and Leila looked at her with a smug smile. "Quite a show tonight, huh? Tell me, does Chris hate you even more now?"

Amelia lowered her eyes, unable to argue.

She felt like a loser now; she didn't even have the right to lift her head and argue in front of Leila.

Amelia said, "The position of Mrs. Spencer will only be yours when I don't want it anymore."

Leila said, "Now that I'm back, you should just leave. Don't cling to Chris; it's embarrassing."

Leila suddenly smiled shyly, "Alright, I won't waste time with you. Chris is coming over later; we haven't seen each other in a while. I'm sure he'll be very enthusiastic tonight."

The sports car roared away, leaving Amelia's ears ringing and her heart sinking.

The cold wind was biting, chilling her to the bone.

On the very first night of Amelia's return, did Chris eagerly spend the night with his first love? Did he really not care about her feelings at all?

Still holding onto a glimmer of hope, Amelia sat on the sofa, waiting for Chris all night.

By dawn, there was no sign of him.

Amelia curled up on the sofa with a bitter smile, tightening her body as if it could lessen the pain in her heart.

It was expected, but she was still unwilling to accept it. Chris had never belonged to her, not even for a moment. Even though she had chased after him for over ten years, it couldn't earn her a single glance from him.

Amelia felt so utterly exhausted that even breathing became an arduous task.

Her vision gradually blurred, and she fell into darkness. She gave up on saving herself.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded outside the door.

Amelia was temporarily blind. Relying on the familiar scent, she realized Chris had finally returned.

"You're back," she said.

Chris didn't respond. The attractive scent of pinewood approached, and the sound of the sofa sinking was heard.

He actually sat on the sofa not far from her? Such a close distance was rare in the past three years.

Amelia was over the moon and smiled sweetly, "You haven't eaten yet, right? I'll make you breakfast."

She fumbled to get up, but the next second, her leg hit something.

Her body wavered unsteadily as she fell to the side. She closed her eyes in fear, anticipating the pain that never came. Instead, she found herself enveloped in a broad, solid chest.

Her hand touched the hot abs, steady breathing sounded above her head, and the cold pinewood scent lingered at her nose. Everything told her she was in Chris's arms at this moment.

"Sorry." Amelia's face heated up, and she hurried to get up.

But the next second, Chris forcefully threw her aside.

Her body hit the ground hard, the excruciating pain making her break out in a cold sweat, unable to move.

Chris questioned, "Amelia, I warned you not to play tricks; are you this despicable?"

As the cold, disdainful voice sounded above her head, Amelia's body trembled, and her vision gradually brightened.

She struggled to lift her head, seeing Chris's rare angry face, his deep eyes filled with disgust.

She didn't understand what had happened. Was it just because he touched her, making him feel disgusted?

Chris loomed over her, grabbed her neck, and threw her back onto the sofa. "This time you seduced me for money, right? Tell me, how much will it take to satisfy your ambition?"

"What?" Amelia's breath was weak.

"Amelia, are you still playing dumb?" Chris angrily threw something onto the sofa.

It was her phone; the messages on the screen were horrifying.

[This girl is pretty good, take a look.]

[I've already talked to her, as long as you can get her to Chris's bed, she can find a way to have the Spencer family's child!]

[She only wants five hundred thousand dollars, not much.]

"When the time comes, wear a fake belly and pretend to be ten months pregnant. Once she gives birth, say it's your child! With a child from the Spencer family, what would the Tudor family not possess in Pinecrest?"

In the chat box, Nina's long messages took a while to scroll to the end.

Every word was like a sharp knife cutting into Amelia's face, making her feel ashamed and humiliated.

"Sorry." Besides apologizing, she didn't know what else to say.

Growing up in such a family, with a mother so vain and greedy, it was destined to be her fault.

"Let's get a divorce." Amelia's voice was dry.