Chapter 126 The Heart is Far Away, Already Blurred
Amelia really wanted to force herself to say "no," wanting to quickly brush all this aside so he could smoothly go with her tomorrow to get the divorce certificate.
But thinking of the child she lost, thinking of the tanzanite he took away, thinking of how her genuine feelings had been wasted, she just couldn't say it.
How could she possibly not blame him?
Her emotions surging violently, she could barely control her feelings.
"Amelia." William called her name again. "Answer me."
William's eyes slightly red, he asked, "Will you blame me or not?"
Taking a deep breath, Amelia turned her head. Her eyes were slightly moist.
Amelia looked at William in front of her. Inside the car, he still looked much the same as before. In those eyes of his, there seemed to be some guilt too.
"Amelia..."
Amelia's emotions churned. Her fingertips dug hard into her palm, desperately trying to maintain a calm surface.
She steadied her voice and said, "What do you think?"
Just one sentence, but it hit William hard in the heart.
He opened his mouth wanting to say something, but no sound came out.
He looked at her with her moist eyes.
Finally, he lowered his eyes slightly, avoiding her gaze.
"Blame me," he said.
Outside the car window, the wind rustling through the trees made a loud swishing sound.
"I know you've been angry all along."
William's voice carried something suppressed. He looked up, gazing at the trees outside the car window.
"I know you should be angry with me."
"The Isabella situation hurt you."
"But Amelia, I have my reasons."
Amelia looked at William's profile, listening to what he was still saying even now.
She suddenly laughed.
Yes, he always had his reasons, always had his difficulties.
But what about her?
She didn't even know what she meant to him all these years.
"Lately, I often think about our days together," William began.
"I'm often in a daze, always feeling things shouldn't be this way."
"I remember the day we made our relationship official, the scene of our first kiss, the first time we lay together, you curled up in my arms, saying you loved me, saying we'd never be apart."
"I still remember the days we worked hard together."
"I remember how we both agreed that the old era was over, that continuing the old business would only lead to being phased out, that the Brown Group should transform, and then we fought for it together."
"I think again and again about our team research, leading the team to break through technical barriers and go abroad to get contracts, about those days of struggle, and also..."
"And also that child we... lost."
William's nose stung badly, his emotions churning. Even pretending to watch the wind-blown trees outside the window was almost impossible to maintain.
He stopped, unable to continue.
Amelia sighed softly. She didn't look at William, but instead looked out the other car window.
She worked hard to regulate her breathing to appear calm.
"You said you'd stay with me, and actually, you did."
"But what I promised you, I haven't done yet."
He said, "But I will. I'll become your support. I promised you."
"Amelia." He called her name once more.
But she didn't respond.
Amelia looked out the window.
Not daring to let him see her expression at this moment.
The past...
The past was indeed beautiful.
Those days of striving together, fighting side by side—though hard, though full of difficulties, they had each other to lean on and got through it all.
She once thought that after so many days and nights, even if at first he only had some genuine feelings for her, after so much time passed, he would love her deeply, and they would walk through the rest of their lives together.
They would each be the other's most steadfast choice.
But...
Not long after marriage, his heart strayed.
She couldn't believe that seven years couldn't compare to his few encounters with Isabella.
She had lost just like that.
Or perhaps she had never really seen him clearly.
She wasn't sure.
"Trust me, okay?" William's voice came.
Amelia lowered her eyes slightly. She took a deep breath and said, "Then what about Isabella?"
She said softly, "William, how can you expect me to trust you?"
The air suddenly went quiet.
Amelia bit her teeth, desperately holding back.
A few seconds later, William said, "She only has five months left."
"After five months, everything will go back to how it was."
Amelia laughed, tears streaming down her face as she laughed.
"William, do you think I'm that cheap, to just watch you be with her with my eyes wide open? And then stay quiet and obedient?"
She looked at him, trying to find something in those eyes of his.
Did he really think that even though she knew her husband was involved with another woman, even though she knew he wanted to divorce her to fulfill another woman's wish, she would feel no anger, forgive him, and then return to his side a few months later as if nothing happened?
As if that period in between never existed?
Amelia almost said all of this out loud.
But thinking that they were going to get the divorce certificate tomorrow.
Her last bit of rationality controlled her.
In the end, she only said, "A month ago, you were the one who asked me for a divorce. How can you expect me to trust you? William, what exactly do you take me for?"
William frowned tightly. He wanted to reach out and wipe the tears from her face, but she slapped his hand away.
"You are my wife," he said softly, watching her turn away.
"Not after tomorrow," she said in a muffled voice.
"What if I don't go to get the divorce certificate?" William immediately said. "The cooling-off period ends today, but if we don't get it within the next 30 days, it becomes void. Until we get the divorce certificate, Amelia, we're still husband and wife."
A flash of lightning tore through the sky, thunder rumbling.
"Boom..."
Soon after, raindrops began to fall, pattering against the car window.
Amelia turned her head and looked at him seriously.
His eyes were full of sorrow.
His eyes were moist, with a terrible redness.
The two looked at each other, seeming to want to see through each other's hearts in this moment.
But their hearts had grown distant, and they could no longer see clearly.
"Then what about her?" Finally, Amelia spoke. "Isabella—isn't she dying? What about her?"
William's eyes trembled slightly, as if he didn't know how to answer. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the car seat.
He opened his eyes and looked at the curtain of rain outside, and at Mia and Dash holding umbrellas, seemingly discussing whether to come over and pick up Amelia.
"Five months."
Finally, he said, "Just wait five months for me, and everything will go back to how it was."
Amelia didn't speak, just looked at him sadly.
It seemed he really did love Isabella.
Over there, Mia and Dash had decided to come get Amelia. The two of them, holding umbrellas borrowed from the police station, hurried over.
Mia knocked on the car door. "Are you done talking?"
"We're done," Amelia said while reaching to open the car door.
As Amelia's hand touched the door handle, William spoke: "Amelia, do you love me?"