You Don't Want Me, You Want The Idea Of Me

"Amelie, wait!" As all four of them stepped out of the courtroom, Richard grabbed his ex-wife by the wrist which she, in return, shook off as if the man's hand was infected. His mere touch now felt disgusting to her. 

"Mr. Clark, you're acting out of line. Please don't grab my wife like that or I will be forced to react accordingly." Liam shot him a warning glare but Richard's irritation only spiked again.

"Your wife?" He almost hissed. 

Before Liam could retort again, Amelie stepped forward between them and looked Richard straight in the eyes. "What is it that you want now? You wanted a divorce, you are a divorced man now. What else could you possibly need from me?"

"Let's talk privately, Lily. Just give me a few minutes."

Amelie briefly glanced at Samantha, who, too, was a little confused by Richard's reaction, then let out a long sigh, and nodded.

"Five minutes. Whatever you still have to say to me, you only have five minutes of my time."