Chapter 14
In the meeting room of the Houston Law Firm, all the partners were watching the live broadcast with grim expressions.
“Owen, do you know how much this will impact the reputation of the law firm? The director kept nodding, furious and then laughed sarcastically, before slamming the file on the table. “As of ten minutes ago, three major clients have already terminated their cooperation!”
Owen sat still, his eyes fixed on Amelia’s face on the screen.
When she recounted those injuries, her tone was as calm as if she were telling someone else’s story.
Originally, he had hurt her so deeply.
In Melissa’s apartment, the phone on the coffee table was vibrating frantically, with the screen lighting up and then going dark in a continuous loop.
She stared at the phone display intently.
“Owen”
The phone was never answered.
“Answer the phone… answer it! She grabbed her phone, her fingertips trembling, redialing over and over again, but all she got in response was the cold, mechanical female voice: “The number you have dialed is currently unavailable…”
Finally, the phone slipped onto the carpet, the shattered screen forming a web–like pattern that trapped her within.
The agent’s phone call came in, and angry roars exploded from the speaker: “Are you crazy?! Why did you provoke Amy?! The whole internet is criticizing you now! The tour is canceled, endorsements are all gone, even sponsors are pulling out! Are you satisfied?!”
Melissa’s breathing was rapid, her nails digging deeply into the palms of her hands, but the pain could not suppress the surging hatred within her.
“It was she who clearly said she wanted to divorce Owen, but she still clung to him!”
I didn’t do anything wrong! She grabbed the vase on the coffee table and smashed it against the wall, glass shards flying everywhere. “She stole Owen from me! She ruined my plans! That bitch Amelia… who does she think she is?!”
Her voice was so sharp that it almost cracked, her delicate makeup had long been blurred by tears, and the eyeliner was smudged into a mess. like a crumpled mask.
Just then, the phone screen lit up again.
A new message popped up.
Digging into Melissa’s dark history: She intervened in her mentor’s marriage during her study abroad and used unspoken rules to win awards.
Her throat felt like it was being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, causing all screams to abruptly stop, leaving only rapid gasps for breath.
“No… it can’t be… She trembled as she clicked on the link, her pupils suddenly constricting.”
“Who leaked the information?! Who?! She suddenly stood up, but her legs went weak and she stumbled back onto the sofa.”
She held onto the phone tightly, her knuckles turning white, her eyes
shifting from fear to coldness.
“Amelia… it was you, wasn’t it? She murmured, a twisted smile suddenly appearing on her lips.”
“Since I’m finished… then you guys shouldn’t expect to have it any better.”
I went to the store yesterday and bought some groceries. After that, I met up with some friends for lunch. We had a great time catching up and reminiscing about old times. Later in the evening, I watched a movie at home before going to bed.
Late at night, inside the Four Seasons Hotel New York Downtown.
Owen didn’t look good either. He collapsed on the sofa, with seven or eight empty bottles scattered around his feet.
He grabbed his phone and instinctively dialed the number that he had already memorized by heart.
His fingers trembled slightly, this was the first time in three years that he wanted to call her.
“Beep… Beep…”
After a long wait, the phone was finally answered.
Owen opened his mouth, he wanted to ask why, wanted to ask if Amelia was okay now? Wanted to ask how she was doing?
But in the end…
“Why didn’t you ever tell me you were Amy?”
He roared, the alcohol mixed with regret burning his throat.
“If only you had said it earlier!”
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Long ago, a mechanical female voice came through: “Sorry, the user you are trying to reach is currently unavailable…”
Originally, she had already set up his number to automatically forward to voicemail.
Owen’s hands and tears slid down together.
She didn’t even bother to listen to his breakdown.
I went to the store yesterday and bought some groceries. After that, I met up with some friends for lunch. We had a great time catching up and reminiscing about old times. Later in the evening. I watched a movie at home before going to bed.
At the same time. Skyline Apartment at New York.
Amelia turned off the live broadcast of the press conference, walked to the balcony, and lit a cigarette. This was a habit she had developed recently.
The phone lit up, and Tony sent a message: “Latest news, they say the stock price of the law firm where Owen works has plummeted by 40%. Do you want to…”
She crossed out the notice directly.
The night wind blew away the smoke rings, also messing up the stray hair in front of her forehead.
After three years of marriage, a press conference ended everything cleanly.
How ridiculous.
