The Divorced Heiress Is Getting Married Again novel Chapter 3

3 Dinner 

Amelie bit her lip. “I’m not sure, but…” 

Emily’s face brightened a little. “Richard is way too reserved for that… Aren’t you supposed to have dinner with your husband tonight? Ask him then. Just ask him. No beating around the bush, no sugarcoating, no police bullshit too. We are all adults now. Just ask him if he’s having an affair.” 

Amelie looked at her best friend, seeking reassurance, and Elizabeth responded with a nod and a smile. Mrs. Ashford cleared her fists on top of her knees. 

‘Well… m be I’m just being paranoid.’ 

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The mansion Amelie shared with her husband used to belong to Richard’s parents. They died soon after their son’s marriage, leaving the couple alone in the house. Amelie had spent many years there already, she ensured that even after her in–laws‘ deaths, everything remained the same, even though she had wanted to add her own touches to their shared home. 

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Amelie Ashford and Richard Clark led the life expected of a married couple of their standing: they had their own parts of the spacious house strictly assigned to them, slept in separate bedrooms, and shared regular, scheduled meals as if they were part of their work 

routine. @ 

Amelie and Richard had dinner together three times a week, more if there was something important to discuss or if they were hosting guests. Tonight of their regularly scheduled dinners. 

was one 

Amelie took out a compact from her purse and looked into the small mirror. She still hadn’t visited their 

house since her personal assistant delivered the news, and now she was heading to the Italian restaurant chosen by Richard to share a meal with him. 

“Anna said they looked friendly, as if they knew each. other from before… Well, it’s not really frowned upon to have mistresses as long as there are no crazy rumors or unwanted pregnancies involved. Although men usually refrain from bringing them directly to their homes. The fact that he indeed brought her to our house… God, I’m getting a headache already.” 

Amelie leaned back in the car seat and closed her 

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eyes, hoping to dispel some of the unpleasant thoughts. that had been haunting her since her meeting with her friends. Instead, however, Richard’s late mother’s voice rang sharply in her mind, 

“Men will always be men. That’s what you get for being 

tied to someone who will never love you, Lily,” Laura’s beautiful face smiled at her in her memories, “If Richard brings in a mistress, don’t just suffer silently by his side. You’re not made of stone. Get yourself a lover too. Even a fleeting, mindless fling is still better than getting depressed because your husband fell in love with someone else.” 

Amelie looked out of the car window, the smeared blur of the streetlights bringing her a subtle sense of calm. 

She had never entertained the thought of taking a 

lo 

She was content with the life she had. Richard 

was her friend; he treated her with kindness and 

respect, and she felt fulfilled with the charity work she was doing… What else could she possibly want? 

“Mrs. Clark was the epitome of the perfect wife, and she, too, never had an affair… Was it because Mr. Clark remained faithful to her as well? Ugh… I’m getting lost again. I should just clarify it with Richard.” 

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talian restaurant chosen by Richard for their duled meal was quiet, with dimmed lights and k tones filling the space with a serene and somewhat romantic atmosphere. Richard liked this. restaurant because the chef was one of his friends, and he always had a nice table prepared for them, no matter how last–minute their reservation might be. 

Amelie speared a bunch of salad leaves with her fork and watched as her husband smeared butter over a slice of garlic bread. A dozen thoughts must have rushed through her head, and for a moment, she even thought she had forgotten what she wanted to talk 

about. 

Thankfully, the waiter placed a bottle of red wine on ther table, bringing Mrs. Ashford back to her senses. 

“I heard we have a guest staying at our place.” 

Richard furrowed his eyebrows and, without even looking back at his wife, asked in a cold tone, “Anna? I thought she was your personal assistant, not a spy.” 

Amelie traced the ridges of her wine glass with her finger, her eyes also refusing to meet her husband’s 

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gaze.