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2.33% Marry My Billionaire Second Husband / Chapter 7: Progressively Worse

บท 7: Progressively Worse

The sentence left Amelia fuming with rage. Her fists clenched tightly by her side while tears spilled freely. She didn't care how she looked now― Caleb could see her as crazed, deranged, and even psychotic for all she cared.

"Get out of my house!" she yelled, pointing to the door, but Caleb merely barked in laughter.

"Did you forget? The title deed is under my name," he said with a cold sneer. "This is actually my house."

She stilled, her blood chilling in her veins. He was right. With her rose-tinted glasses, she had wrongly assumed it didn't matter whose name was written under the house deed. They were husband and wife, and love was supposed to prevail through wealth and poverty.

It was a mistake to have it written under Caleb's name when she was the one who paid for the cost of the house and even the monthly electricity and water bills. Even most of the furniture was bought with her hard-earned money!

Caleb merely laughed as he watched all colors of the rainbow run across Amelia's face as she experienced multiple horrible emotions at one time.

"Get your things and leave, Amelia," he coldly said, and in less than fifteen minutes, Amelia had gathered what little she owned and the door to their apartment slammed shut behind her with a bang.

Left alone in the corridor, Amelia sank to the ground and broke down in tears. She felt as though she had cried enough to last her three lifetimes, but the tears wouldn't end.

Everything had been for Caleb. For the last few years that they were married, she lived for him.

What was she going to do now that her sun had exploded and her universe had turned into ruin?

Amelia had no other choice but to return to her family home. There was at least one man who would always keep his doors open for her.

"Dad…" Amelia was a face full of tears when the door opened, revealing a man with graying hair and a tired face. 

Exhaustion hung across Michael Kentwood's face, but the second he laid eyes on his beloved only daughter, a smile quickly lit across his old features. He stepped aside, pushing the door a little wider before ushering her in.

"Amelia!" he excitedly said. "What brings you here? Where's Caleb―?"

He stopped himself short when he noticed the puffy red eyes and the irritated nose, his lips pursing together tightly as his face darkened. Wisely, Michael chose not to say a word. 

"Can I stay for the night, Dad?" Amelia croaked, and Michael rigidly nodded. 

With her father's permission, Amelia trudged into the house like a zombie. She headed straight for her old room, and when the door was pushed open, the tears that had just been stopped on the cab ride over nearly restarted― everything was kept the same as it was before, but it was still spotless and well-maintained.

"Let me know if you still need anything, Millie," Michael said, standing right behind Amelia. 

When she turned around, she was no longer able to maintain her composure. She dropped her tote bag to the ground and bawled, throwing herself into her father's arms. Michael barely caught her, but still maintained his ground, soothing her hair as her snot and tears quickly moistened his clothes.

"How could he?" she wailed. "After everything we've been through! He never truly loved me, Dad! And now he wants to take everything that we share― everything! Even the house… Dad, where else am I supposed to go after this?"

"You will always have your room here, Millie," Michael soothed. "We will find a good lawyer and sue that son of a bitch."

"I… I've already signed the divorce papers," Amelia despaired. "I was so out of it that I didn't even read through it properly―"

Just thinking about how she had basically signed away her life savings without a second thought brought upon another wave of grief. How could she be so foolish?

"I should've never married Caleb…" she sobbed, choking on her tears.

"You will meet someone better," he replied. "There will be better options waiting for you in the future, Millie."

"No, no I won't," Amelia said. She pulled away, raising her hands to hastily wipe at her tears. "I am done with love."

***

Love hadn't disappointed her enough just yet. In fact, what Caleb had done the night before was merely the tip of the iceberg.

"What do you mean I am fired?" Amelia asked, flabbergasted. Her palms were pressed against the cashier counter.

The line of customers behind her and all across the restaurant looked over in shock, eager to watch the show. However, the manager merely shook her head and maintained a cold expression.

"It is what it is, Amelia," her manager said. "We've reviewed your performance for the last month, and it is below average. Your balance paycheck will be settled and sent to your bank account in three days, but there's no further need for you to come to work."

Amelia's stomach coiled. She had a bad feeling about this. Sure enough, when she showed up for her afternoon shift at Friesent Corporations, her manager was standing outside as well, practically waiting for her.

"Kentwood," he barked.

She walked closer, and when he held out a white envelope, Amelia nearly cried on the spot. She chewed on her bottom lip, her hands shaky as she took hold of the envelope.

"Sorry, Kentwood," he said. "Upper management's orders. Your pay is here. Do check to let us know if it's correct."

The envelope crumpled in her hands as Amelia stared at it, red-eyed. With her trembling breath, she looked up at her manager and smiled.

"Thank you, Jason," she choked out. Without another word, she turned on her heel and left.

There was one more place she needed to head to for her evening shift, and when she returned to the club where her life turned upside down, Amelia sighed in relief when she realized there weren't any managers waiting around to fire her. Although, she was sure that if Nigel was still around, he would be more than elated to do so.

She slipped into the locker room and changed into her uniform before clocking in, proceeding with her tasks as per usual. Not even an hour had passed when someone suddenly stopped her in front of the bar as she was waiting for the drinks to be filled.

"Amelia Kentwood, is it?"


บท 8: Turn of Events

When Amelia turned around, she was met with a kindly woman who wore a bright smile. She might be dressed in the club uniform, but it still sensually hung onto every curve on her body in the best way possible. She was beautiful― so much so that Amelia would've assumed she was a customer rather than a server if it weren't for the fact that she had the uniform and name tag pinned on her chest.

"Amelia Kentwood?" she asked again when met with Amelia's silence.

The latter was still in awe at the woman's beauty that she could only numbly nod. Then, she jolted a little where she stood.

Was this woman here to replace Nigel? Or worse― fire her like her other employers?

"Yes…" Amelia said hesitantly, "That's me."

"Great," the woman cheerily said. "I'm the new manager here, to replace Nigel. You can call me Cherry. It's nice to meet you."

Cherry held out a hand, and Amelia grabbed it to shake. Her new manager had a firm grip, and at one glance, Amelia could see the perfectly manicured French tips that decorated her long nails.

"Right. Now that introductions are in order, let's see who else I've got on the list―" Cherry absentmindedly said, looking through a list of names on her phone screen before Amelia interrupted her.

"Wait," Amelia said, cutting her off. "You're not going to fire me?"

"Fire you?" Cherry repeated as she reeled back in surprise. "Whyever would I do that?"

Amelia was stupefied. "I― Because―"

All her other workplaces had fired her, and she had no doubt that it was the wonderful handiwork of her soon-to-be ex-husband once their divorce was finalized. She hadn't expected that he would have the capabilities to move mountains like that, but it was great to know that there was at least one place in Solara where she could escape from Caleb's clutches.

"In that case," Amelia said, shaking her head. "Do you think I can get more shifts?"

"More shifts?" Cherry echoed, her eyebrows rising. "I suppose I could look to arrange such a thing… Are you free this coming Tuesday?"

"Yes," Amelia said. "I'm free every day, actually. Is it possible for me to come in every night?"

"That is a little difficult," Cherry said, wincing. "I want to help you, Amelia, I do, but there are also other part-timers who need the shifts and we have to be fair. We're a little overstaffed at this point―"

"There's no need to arrange more shifts for her, Cherry." A deep voice quickly gathered both ladies' attention, and when Amelia looked over, her eyes instantly met with that of Matteo's. 

Her breath was caught in her throat when his frosty gaze shifted over her, causing her to still. Here it was. The kindness that he showed yesterday was nothing more than a farce. Like her two other jobs, she was no doubt going to be let off again.

"Mat― Mr. Montgomery?" Cherry asked, confused. 

Matteo turned to look at Amelia, and he said, "There's no need for you to come in tomorrow."

"What?" The word left Amelia's lips in a soft, breathless mutter. 

This was her final job. Without it, and with how Caleb had proven that businesses could turn her down with just a snap of her fingers, how else was she supposed to make a living in Sol City? Not to mention, her father was soon to reach retirement and she couldn't expect to live off of the poor old man forever.

"You can't!" Amelia cried out. 

She reached forward and grabbed Matteo by the long sleeves of his shirt. Cherry's eyes bulged at her actions, and even Matteo's expression shifted slightly, but Amelia paid no heed. 

"I need this job!" She lamented and begged, "Please, please don't fire me! I just lost two other jobs today and this is my last. Please, Mr. Montgomery, I'll do whatever you ask―!"

"Amelia, calm down!" Cherry said, lurching forward to grab Amelia. She practically pried the poor sobbing woman off of Matteo, tossing an apologetic smile to those who have turned to them out of curiosity. "Let Mr. Montgomery finish."

But what else was there to say? This was the end, the final nail in the coffin, and Matteo Montgomery had linked hands with her horrible ex-husband to send her six feet under. She would need to move out of Sol City at this rate― maybe even Solara!

"You will need to learn how to better manage your emotions, Miss Kentwood," Matteo said. 

He then pulled out a small name card from his breast pocket, handing it to Amelia. Dumbfounded, she instinctively took it, looking down at the words before she turned back to Matteo.

"8 AM tomorrow at this address, don't be late," he said. 

Amelia continued to blink dumbly, repeating the action a couple of times. In the end, Matteo sighed softly.

"I need a new secretary," he finally explained, putting Amelia out of her misery. "I seem to recall from your resume that you were a business graduate from Solara University?"

She nodded, still silent.

"It's a full-time job," he continued. "The pay can be further discussed, but for now, we're offering this." He held up two fingers.

"Twenty thousand?" she asked, wincing. That wasn't too bad for a full-time job. Perhaps she could consider doing food deliveries on the side if it wasn't enough. After all, she needed to pay off the debts the lovely Caleb had left for her, on top of paying for daily supplies.

"Two hundred thousand, annual," Matteo said, nearly causing both Cherry and Amelia's eyes to bulge out. "Inclusive of other benefits, which we can further discuss if you're keen on taking up the job."

"Keen!" Amelia immediately said, nearly screaming her throat hoarse. She then composed herself and cleared her throat, swiping at the dried trails of tears running down her cheeks. "I mean, yes, thank you for the offer. I would like to take it."

"Good," Matteo said. He then repeated, "8 AM, tomorrow. Don't be late."

Cherry and Amelia could only watch wide-eyed as Matteo turned on his heel and left them gaping in his wake.


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