Chapter 11 Barefaced Humiliation

Chris had hit his limit and snapped, "If you don't want your dad to die, get back here!"

Amelia froze. She had moved Paxton to another hospital, but she knew Chris's power. If he wanted to find someone, it was only a matter of time.

Panic set in. She turned, biting her lip. "What do you want? I've paid the hospital bills. I don't owe you anything."

"Do you?" Chris's voice was icy. "If you can sell yourself, why not work harder and pay back the two billion dollars the Tudor family owes me?"

Sell? This words incated strong humuliation. Amelia's eyes welled up, cutting off his cruel words. "It wasn't me. I've told you many times. Why do you always target me? Is it because I married you that I became your punching bag?"

Her eyes, red and desperate, only seemed to amuse Chris more. He watched her, something unfamiliar stirring inside him. His deep eyes held unreadable emotions, making Amelia hesitate. She regretted her words immediately. What power did she have against Chris? He could crush her like an ant.

Her face went pale, bracing for his wrath.

But Chris didn't explode. He just sneered, "Sharp-tongued."

He walked over, his presence overwhelming. "When did you get so bold? In just a few days without me, you've changed a lot."

"What do you want?" Amelia's voice trembled. "Don't tell me you've fallen in love with me and can't bear to divorce."

Chris laughed coldly, "Ridiculous. How could I love a self-degrading and vile woman like you?"

She had even sold his portrait. Was she that desperate for money?

His cold eyes and disdainful look seemed to say, "Do you even deserve it?"

Amelia's heart ached. She knew Chris could never love her, but hearing it still hurt.

"Then stay away from me. I just want to get through this thirty-day cooling-off period, and then we're done." She turned to leave.

Chris thought, 'She owes me two billion and so many promises. How dare she say we're done?'

His face darkened, but he let her go, watching her walk away.

Chris held back his anger, thinking, 'When did I become so lenient, letting her act like this?'

At an intersection, Amelia saw Sophia rushing over with a group of helpers.

"Amelia, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Sophia asked, checking her over.

"I'm fine. Chris isn't that violent," Amelia said.

Sophia gave her a skeptical look. "Only you think that. Everyone in Pinecrest knows his violent reputation. His mood swings are crazy, and he often has people’s arms and legs broken."

"Those are just rumors," Amelia paused a second and said.

"I know you're lovesick, seeing him differently." Sophia rolled her eyes and dismissed the group.

On the way back, Sophia suddenly said, "Maybe Chris likes you but doesn't know how to show it, or maybe he doesn't even realize it."

"Impossible," Amelia said quickly, ruffling Sophia's hair. "What are you thinking? That's ridiculous."

Sophia was puzzled. "Everyone knows Chris's violent nature. Those who cross him never have a good ending. There are so many ways to punish you. Why did he waste three years not divorcing you?"

Amelia smiled bitterly. "Now he thinks the punishment is enough, and with his favorite person back, he's agreed to divorce me."

Emotional pain was way worse than any physical harm. Chris knew she loved him, so he chose to hurt her this way, making her beg for his affection with a sliver of hope.

Later, Amelia called Paxton and found out he was still in the hospital, safe and sound. No strange people around. She felt relieved and told him to take care and avoid contacting other family members, especially Nina, the troublemaker.

Time flew by. Amelia had been working at Sapphire for more than half a month, with only ten days left in the divorce period.

To show her gratitude to Sapphire, she gave her all in every performance.

Shawn would drop by sometimes, and they got along well. Amelia knew he was into racing now, totally obsessed, even though his family had tried to stop him multiple times.

He'd occasionally mention Lucius. Lucius was a mystery, even more so than she thought. He looked friendly and elegant, but no one dared to cross him.

Amelia's life was peaceful now, like the past was just a bad dream. She forgot the pain and no longer had those bouts of temporary blindness.

But today, that peace was shattered.

In the afternoon, after finishing work, Gary pulled her aside, asking her to do an extra performance. The pay was double, but it was for a private room guest.

Amelia could tell Gary wanted her to agree. This guest must be someone important.

"Okay, I'll go change," she said.

After changing, Gary led her to a fancy private room on the fourth floor. "This is it. I'll check the situation first. If needed, you can go in later."

Amelia nodded, curious about his caution. Soon, Gary came out and signaled her to go in.

He suddenly grabbed her arm and whispered, "Be careful not to anger the guest."

Amelia knew the customer was always right. But when she stepped into the room and saw who was inside, she regretted it.

"Mr. Spencer, isn't this your ex-wife, Ms. Tudor? Someone said she was playing the piano here, and we didn't believe it. What a surprise." Ace had a nasty grin as he stood up, eyeing Amelia's dress with disdain.

But the more he looked, the more beautiful he found her. Amelia looked thin, but she had a great figure, with curves in all the right places. The mermaid dress she wore made her look stunning. Her clear makeup highlighted her beauty, making her even more dazzling.

The once timid Amelia now stood there with a bright and elegant charm, surprising everyone.

"Ace, come back. Don't scare Miss Tudor." Leila spoke, glancing thoughtfully at Chris beside her.

The painting she bought for five million dollars was taken by Chris, and then his secretary contacted her, giving her six million dollars. Such a strange thing made Leila suspicious, so she investigated and found out the painting was actually done by Amelia.

Leila felt less confident around Chris. She wanted to see how important Amelia was to him.

"You underestimate Miss Tudor. She's a star here, earning high tips. Not just anyone can compare." Ace laughed, glancing at Chris sitting on the sofa.

Seeing Chris calmly holding his glass, Ace took it as approval and got bolder. He picked up a snack from the table and threw it at Amelia. "Hey, we're all friends here. Play us a song for free."

Everyone watched, amused.

Amelia calmly brushed off the crumbs. "Sure, sir, what would you like to hear?"

"So generous, selling yourself for free?" Ace's words made everyone laugh mockingly.

Amelia's face darkened.