The Divorced Heiress Is Getting Married Again novel Chapter 7

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It had been almost a week since that horrible 

interaction with both her husband and his “friend,” and 

Amelie hadn’t visited their mansion even once. The 

mere thought of going through that humiliation again was sickening. 

She tried to keep herself as busy as possible, burying her head in work and preparations for the upcoming benefit. Her devotion to work had already alarmed both her friends and colleagues, but Amelie was afraid that if she stopped for even a few hours, she would be 

pulled back into the relentless chaos of her own mind. 

‘Nobody gets divorced because of one single mistress anymore…‘ She set aside her pen and leaned back in her chair as her thoughts continued to drift back to that dangerous topic. ‘Even if I do file for a divorce, I have too much to lose. Richard’s late father took care 

of it in his favor. 

An arranged marriage, especially one made for the sake of a joint business venture, was far from straightforward. It was a high–maintenance business deal involving significant amounts of money and assets 

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combined under a union. 

Unfortunately, in most cases, such arrangements were not made in the wife’s favor. 

Amelie was even less fortunate in this regard. As a married woman, she held forty percent of the 

company’s shares. However, if she were to divorce Richard Clark, she would be left with less than ten 

percent. 

“Mr. Clark took care of everything… He wanted to honor my mother’s wish for this marriage to last, but to keep me shackled with my own money…” 

Amelie closed her eyes; the growing migraine was becoming unbearable. 

As she reached for the box of pills in her desk drawer, she heard a light knock on her office door. 

“Mrs. Ashford, it’s Carrie.” 

“Come in.” 

Carrie Wright was one of Amelie’s secretaries at JFC headquarters. She was a tall young woman with bright eyes and curly blonde hair, which she always gathered tidily in a high bun. 

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As she walked into her boss’s office, Carrie offered her 

a timid look. 

“Mrs. Ashford, Mr. Ron Lewis is here to see you. Should 

I ask him to come back another time?” 

Amelie released a heavy sigh. Ron Lewis was her husband’s executive secretary. Although both Mrs. Ashford and her husband worked in the same building, 

their offices were on different floors. This 

arrangement had been made by the late Mr. Ashford, who believed that the young married couple shouldn’t get involved with one another too often since their 

fields of work were different. 

It didn’t bother either Richard or Amelie, but it did give their secretaries quite a workout whenever they 

needed to see either one of them. 

“Let him in, please.” 

Whatever the reason for her husband’s secretary’s visit, it was still better than dealing with Richard directly. 

Carrie asked Ron to come in, and when he did, she left 

the room immediately, leaving the two of them in 

awkward silence. 

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Ron Lewis, the same age as Richard, was not only his personal secretary but also his friend. They had met back in high school and reunited when Ron was looking for a job after graduating from a local college. A clever man of many talents, Ron was given the chance by Richard to prove he deserved such a demanding position, and he had been by Richard’s side 

ever since. 

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Ashford.” 

“Yes, what is it?” 

“Mr. Clark would like to see you in his office.” 

Amelie looked at her wristwatch and frowned. 

‘I was about to finally have some lunch… Ugh, 

whatever.‘ 

With another heavy sigh, she rose from her chair and nodded at Mr. Lewis. “Alright, let’s go.” 

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Richard’s office was drastically different from Amelie’s. He preferred dark browns, blacks, and grays, while she favored lighter tones that invited plenty of sunlight into her space. It was always amusing to compare their 

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offices because they were decorated in the same 

fashion, with the only difference being the choice of 

colors. 

As Amelie opened the door and walked into her husband’s office, Richard didn’t even bat an eye. His attention was focused on the paperwork covering almost his entire desk. She interpreted this as a deliberate attempt to hurt her, a way to show that even with his wife avoiding him for so long, he didn’t 

miss her one bit. 

‘How petty!’ 

The moment Amelie approached her husband’s desk and took a seat on a leather–covered chair standing next to it, Richard immediately handed her a fresh printout and finally shifted his glaring eyes to her.