Pick a wife for me

“Amelia? What are you doing here?” James asked after he stopped hugging Helen.

“I brought her home, because she helped me,” Helen answered before Amelia could, and the men exchanged looks.

“I’ll tell you about it later, okay? Come on, James, join me in the kitchen.”

Helen held James’ hand and pulled him along with her to the kitchen. After they were gone, Amelia looked at Charles, she didn’t know what to say.

“Come and have your seat, Amelia. Let’s talk.”

Charles walked to the sofa, and Amelia followed behind him. She sat on the sofa in front of Charles and looked around again.

“Welcome to my home, Amelia. I’m still very surprised to see you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Charles. I never knew I’d be visiting too. But Ma’am insisted I have dinner with her. I never knew she was your wife.”

“Erm, not really. She is my ex-wife.”

“Oh… I’m sorry, Mr. Charles.” Amelia lowered her head, and he chuckled.

“It’s fine, Amelia. You never knew about it.”

*

“So, are you going to tell me why Amelia is