Chapter 3 Leaving Here

Amelia never thought she'd say this to Chris, but here she was...

Maybe she shouldn't have married him in the first place.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably while Chris just laughed.

He knew how much Amelia loved him. If she really wanted a divorce, she would've done it ages ago. This was just one of her tricks!

Chris grabbed Amelia's chin roughly, his eyes full of contempt. "Playing hard to get? Amelia, you're getting better at this."

Chris was sure Amelia wouldn't go through with the divorce.

And he was right. Amelia didn't say a word, just turned around and hurried upstairs.

In the bedroom, everything was pitch black. She stumbled to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and found a bottle of pills.

She couldn't remember where she put her water glass, so she just swallowed a handful of pills dry. Leaning against the wall, she squatted on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

She clearly saw the red lipstick mark on Chris's collar, bright and sarcastic, like a victor's flag.

Leila was right; they hadn't seen each other for a long time. He was so passionate that he didn't even mind the lipstick mark on his collar, despite his usual fastidiousness.

Wasn't this proof of their love? It seemed she really had to give back this identity that didn't belong to her to his lover.

Just when Chris thought Amelia would make a fuss as usual and then settle down, she placed a document in front of him.

Chris said, "Take a look. If there's no problem, sign it, and we'll go to City Hall together."

Hearing this, Chris's eyes widened.

He picked up the document and saw the title "Divorce Agreement" glaring at him.

What surprised him even more was the small line at the bottom: "Both parties have no children born in wedlock, no joint property to divide."

Amelia, who always valued money, would willingly leave with nothing?

Chris sneered, "Alright, if you want a divorce, let's go now."

From what he knew of Amelia, she wouldn't step out of this house. She might even cry and beg him, saying she was wrong, regretted it, and begged him not to divorce...

"Wait a moment; I'll change my clothes." Amelia's voice was calm.

For the divorce, she still wanted to be dignified. After all, their wedding was not dignified at all. Now, she just wanted to put a decent end to this marriage.

Soon, Amelia came out dressed. She wore a simple knee-length dress, her long hair elegantly swept up, and her face adorned with delicate, light makeup. With an understated sophistication, she radiated a refined beauty from within.

"Let's go." Facing the divorce, Amelia was surprisingly calm.

It was at this moment that Chris truly realized that Amelia was serious about the divorce.

For some reason, a burning fire of irritation ignited in his heart.

Just then, his phone rang. Chris glanced at the phone screen and hurriedly said, "Something came up at the office; let's get a divorce another day."

After that, Chris didn't come home for several days.

During these days, he no longer received the daily 3 PM text from Amelia asking if he would come home for dinner, which she had sent for three years. Did she realize her mistake and was too ashamed to message him?

In the evening, Chris received a call from the housekeeper, Zola Long. "Mr. Spencer, I came to clean today and haven't seen Mrs. Spencer all day."

Zola came to the house for a thorough cleaning once a week. Because Amelia said she had nothing to do, she could handle cleaning, laundry, and cooking herself.

"Don't worry about her." Chris didn't take it seriously.

"But Mr. Spencer..." Zola stammered, "Mr. Spencer, when I was cleaning the room, I found that Mrs. Spencer's clothes were all gone, and..."

Chris asked, "And what?"

Zola said, "Mrs. Spencer has left you a divorce agreement along with a note stating, 'Contact me at your convenience to finalize the divorce proceedings.'"

Hearing this, Chris's eyes narrowed. He never thought Amelia would leave him.

For three years, no matter how excessive or hurtful his actions were, she silently endured them. This time, she was serious?

Amelia stayed at the Tudor Villa for a week, and Nina was already suspicious.

When Nina saw Chris being interviewed on a financial channel on TV, she flew into a rage and stormed into Amelia's room. "Didn't you say Chris was on a business trip, so you came back to stay for a few days? Chris is clearly in Pinecrest! Instead of taking care of him at home, why are you here?"

Something was off. Nina knew her daughter Amelia better than anyone. No matter how much grief Chris caused her, Amelia wouldn't just leave him. Thus there was just one reason.

Without a word, Nina yanked Amelia off the bed, grabbing her by the collar. "Did Chris kick you out? Is he divorcing you?"

When Amelia left the Spencer Villa that day, it was during the last autumn rain before winter. She got caught in the rain on her way back, and by the time she reached home, she had developed a high fever that left her bedridden.

After being roughly pulled out of bed by Nina, Amelia's head was so heavy she could barely stand.

It took all of Amelia's strength to say, "I'm planning to divorce him."

Immediately, Nina slapped Amelia across the face and angrily scolded, "I don't care; you go back right now and beg for his forgiveness! Otherwise... Mr. Brown just lost his wife, I'll marry you off to him tomorrow! Our Tudor family must rely on a powerful family, and which family that is depends on you!"

The Mr. Brown Nina mentioned was someone Amelia knew; his family was in the mining business, and he must be over seventy years old by now.

Amelia gave a bitter smile, finding it hard to believe someone could marry their own daughter to an old man nearing death.

But she knew that with Nina's obsession with money and power, she could do anything.

Amelia couldn't understand why. Clearly, she and Karen Tudor were both children of the Tudor family; why were they treated so differently?

Karen had everything she wanted, could do what she wanted, and could fall in love freely, living like a carefree princess from childhood.

As for Amelia, simply because she had congenital visual impairment, was she fated to be the abandoned child, destined to be manipulated from the moment she was born?

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and get the fucking back to the Spencer Villa!" Nina impatiently shoved Amelia's shoulder hard.

With a loud bang, caught off guard, Amelia was pushed backward, hitting the back of her head heavily on the corner of the bed. She passed out immediately.

When she woke up, it was already the next day. The pungent smell of disinfectant and the occasional beeping of monitoring equipment told her she was in a hospital.

"You're awake?" Sophia Parker, who had been by her side, sighed in relief when she saw Amelia finally open her eyes. "Amelia, listen to me; get the surgery as soon as possible. Right now, you are only experiencing a decline in vision, but when the symptoms of temporary blindness start to manifest, they will occur frequently and last longer, potentially leading to complete blindness. If not treated promptly, it might be too late!"

Sophia was not only Amelia's best friend but also a renowned ophthalmologist in the country.

"I..."

Amelia didn't know how to tell her that she already had symptoms of temporary blindness for three times. Was it already too late?

Amelia said, "I need to think about it."

She still had something important to do. And the key point is, she hadn't even taken one last earnest look at her beloved Chris.

With that, Amelia turned over, facing away from Sophia, and said softly, "I'm tired; I want to rest."

Sophia didn't say much and left.

Not long after, Amelia heard footsteps approaching, followed by a sarcastic laugh. "I heard you're quite ill?"

Amelia was particularly sensitive to voices and knew immediately that it was Leila.

Leila said, "Even with surgery, the chances of a full recovery are only thirty percent. You've consistently refused the operation because you're afraid of being dumped by Chris if being completely blind. Am I right?"

Leila was somewhat right. Amelia was concerned about losing her sight, but she wasn't afraid of being abandoned. What she feared was never being able to see Chris again.

Amelia bit her lip and said nothing.

Leila thought she was right and continued, "What do you think would happen if I told Chris's parents about your congenital visual impairment?"