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Amelia came out of the bathroom after helping her husband prepare his bath.
"I've helped you prepare your bath, how you used to like it." She said, doting like a good wife.
Thiago came out of the walk-in closet, holding a file of papers in his hand. He slapped the paper on the table and said coldly, "look through it and sign under where your name is. I've signed mine."
Amelia curiously walked over to the table and peered at the papers.
She felt a chill down her spine as she immediately understood what the paper was about.
Amelia Smith stared at the signed divorce papers on the table, the man's name already inked.
She looked out the window, tears welling up in her eyes.
Thiago Anderson's figure was especially elegant in the setting sun, his aloofness and dominance making him incredibly attractive, even his silhouette seemed indifferent.
"I've signed, you should too. I hope we can get through all the legal stuff before Veronica gets back." Thiago stood with his hands behind his back, not turning around. "Since we signed a prenuptial agreement, there won't be any property disputes in the divorce. I'll give you two million dollars and a villa in Vine as compensation. I need to explain to grandpa that you're not leaving empty-handed."
Amelia felt like she was struck by lightning, a sudden sense of loss washing over her. "Grandpa... does he know we're getting a divorce?"
"Does it matter if he knows? Will it affect my decision to divorce you?"
Her frail body nearly collapsed, but she held onto the table, her eyes brimming with tears as she whispered, "Thiago, can we.... Not get divorced?"
Finally, Thiago turned to look at her with a strange gaze.
His deep eyes and thin lips were incredibly sexy, and his clear facial features still made her heart race.
"Why?"
"Because... I love you." Amelia's eyes turned red as she held back tears. "I love you, Thiago. I still want to be your wife... even if you don't have any feelings for me..."
"I'm sick of it, Amelia. A marriage without love is endless torture for me."
Thiago waved dismissively, not even having the patience to hear her speak. "Marrying you was a mistake, you knew it was a rebellion against grandpa, and you knew I had someone else in my heart, I just couldn't be with her for some reason.
Now that the agreed three years are up, and Veronica is back in the country, I'm going to marry her, so you need to leave this house."
Amelia lowered her head, her tear drops falling onto the table, which she secretly wiped away.
Thiago saw this, his gaze deep and calm.
Then his phone rang, and as soon as he saw the name on the screen, he answered right away.
"Veronica, are you on the plane yet?"
His tone suddenly became so gentle. Was this the same cold, indifferent man from before?
"Thiago, I'm already at Stamford Airport." Veronica Scott's cheerful voice came from the other end.
"What? Weren't you supposed to..." Thiago was surprised.
"I wanted to surprise you."
"Wait for me, Veronica, I'll be right there!"
With that, Thiago hurriedly left Amelia's side.
The door to the study was closed, and the air was filled with a sense of sadness.
Her ten years of unrequited love for him, their three-year marriage... Amelia had given her all to this home. Her deep affection for him, however, was nothing more than torture for him.
Now, Thiago was like a prisoner who had finally been set free. He ruthlessly left her behind to go marry the woman he had always held in his heart.
She felt so much pain, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch his cold heart.
Amelia took a deep breath, shaking her head with a bitter smile, her eyes filled with tears as they stared at Thiago's name on the divorce papers.
That night, Thiago took Veronica back to Bloom Estate.
The frail Veronica was carried in the arms of the young Anderson's heir, their brazen entrance attracting everyone's attention.
"Thiago, you and Ms. Amelia isn't divorced yet, we... shouldn't be too intimate, she might have an issue with me if she sees us like this." Veronica whispered, her hand stroking the man's chest.
"She won't."
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