Chris, with a satisfied grin, kept his head propped up with one hand,quietly watching Amelia, who was still fast asleep.

Last night was something else. At first, he wanted to make her surrender,to hear her moan under him.

But as things heated up, he lost control, giving in to the passion. He entered her over and over, loving the sight of her flushed face fiiled with lust. and silencing her moans with kisses.

It was the first time they had sex over the three years. Oddly, Chris didn't feel any disgust; instead, he was pretty intrigued. If it weren't for the fact that it was her first time and her body hadIn't fully recovered, he would've wanted to go for another round in the morning.

Suddenly, Amelia's eyelashes fluttered. Chris quickly wiped the faint smile off his face.

Amelia had a terrible nightmare, where she was abused, her soul and body completely shattered.

Just before waking up, she felt like she was being choked,as if someone was trying to take her life. She woke up in a great fear, the feeling of suffocation still lingering.

The next second, a dull pain hit her all over, especially between her legs.

"Awake?" Chris's cold voice suddenly cut through the silence,making Amelia panic.

She turned her head sharply, meeting his deep brown eyes.

"Chris!" Amelia gritted her teeth. "You, last night it was you..."

So it wasn't a dream. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, she had given in to this jerk Chris, getting lost in that emotionless sex.

To Chris, her words were like a slap in the face.

His face darkened, his voice dangerously low, "Who did you think it was?"

In that moment. Amelia felt the familiar fear of being controlled.

No! She couldn't go back to that.

"Anyone but you." She sneered, getting up and hastily putting on her clothes, ready to leave without a second thought.

She couldn't ignore the marks all over her body, which were her shame,something she could never wash away.

"Say that again!" Chris grabbed her,his tall and slender figure looming over her like a terrifying Satan.

Amelia was forced to look up at him, their eyes meeting. In his brown eyes,she saw her own reflection, as frail and helpless as countless times before.

She smiled sadly, then harshly shook off his hand, saying, "Using violence to bully women, what kind of man are you!"

"You..."

Before Chris could snap back at her, she had already opened the door.

A maid stood outside, telling her that Victor was already up and waiting for them downstairs for breakfast.

Amelia showed a gentle smile, "I've already tidied up; I'll be right down."

Luckily, her clothes could cover the marks on her body; otherwise,she would be deadly ashamed.

"Amelia,you should try to eat a bit more. You look so skinny, your clothes are hanging off you. Is Chris treating you badly again?" At the dining table.Victor said with great concern.

He was kind, unlike the rest of the Spencer family.

"Okay, Grandpa, I'll try to." Amelia didn't want to disappoint Victor, so she ate a lot and kept reminding him to take care of his health.

Before leaving, she even suggested taking a few photos with Victor as a memento. She knew that she probably wouldn't be back here again, nor would she have the chance to see V/ictor again.

As for the mess last night, she no longer had the strength to figure out the truth.

Regardless of who set her up or Chris's sudden surge of desire, the outcome was unchangeable. She was utterly exhausted and now only wished to go home and get a good night's'sleep.

Since Chris missed the appointment at the city hall, Amelia had a hell of a time trying to get in touch with him to sort out the divorce.

Whenever she called, the calls were either hung up or answered by his assistant. On the rare occasions Chris did pick up, he'd hang up as soon as she started talking. She couldn't help but wonder, 'Does Chris not even have time to handle the divorce?

But then, the media was always buzzing about Chrisand Leila showing up

at various events together. Leila was gushing to the press about how she was about to be with Chris.

Amelia felt a pang of bitterness. If Chris wanted to be with another woman,why not divorce her first? Was he punishing her for wanting out?

She kept herself super busy, trying not to think about Chris.One afternoon.she saw the ever-glamorous Leila and realized more than a month had passed.

Leila asked, "Tell me, what will it take for you to leave, or to divorce him?Whatever you need, just name it."

Leila sat in the restaurant's private room, looking all high and mighty,sneering at Amelia with contempt.

Since hooking up with Chris, Leila's career had skyrocketed, with high-end endorsements falling into her lap. The only thing bugging her was that Chris hadn't divorced the bitch Amelia yet. She figured Amelia was shamelessly clinging to Chris.

Back then,Amelia had married Chris with Victor's backing; even now,she still held onto the title of his wife, which really pissed Leila off.

If it weren't for that, she would have been Chris's wife by now!

"Miss, if you need anything, contact the waiter," Amelia said calmly,ready to leave the private room. She was the head of the restaurant's band,and her job was to perform, not to serve Leila.

"Stop, you're not leaving until we clear this up," Leila ordered coldly,her bodyguards blocking the ddoor.

Amelia's face darkened, then she turned to Leila and sneered,"Clear what

up? You should ask Chris why he won't divorce."

"Amelia, do you think Chris is clinging to you? You're delusional," Leila mocked,though there was a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

She didn't want to admit it, but since coming back and sticking to Chris,she'd noticed something was off.

In the past, Chris never denied her anything. When they were dating and she said she wanted to marry him, he agreed right away.

Being his savior had its perks; no matter how many mistakes she made,the worst that happened was a breakup. Chris always took her back. But now, he was getting more and more impatient with her.

Leila gritted her teeth, "If it weren't for my career taking me abroad for a few years, you wouldn't have had a chance. Now that I'm back,you should leave Chris."

Amelia said, "Fine, if you can convince Chris to go to the City Hall,I'd be more than happy to leave him."

Amelia couldn't wait for Leila to drag Chris to the city hall. As long as the divorce went through and Chris didn't miss the thirty-day waiting period,she'd be free of him.

Leila waved her phone. "You said it yourself; I recorded it as proof.Don't back out."

"Provided you can get Chris to make the decision," Amelia said coldly,turning to leave.