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Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 10
“He is going to divorce me.”
Tiffany suddenly sat up, not feeling sleepy anymore. “How much did you get? Amelia, you’re such a materialistic woman. Please don’t tell me that you fell in love with him and refused the money he offered!”
Amelia’s face clouded over as she asked, “Tiffany, how greedy do you think I am?”
“You’re not greedy; you just adore money,” replied Tiffany seriously. “Tell me quickly! Considering how rich Oscar is, how much would you receive if you get a divorce?”
Amelia kicked her shoes off and sat on the bed. Snuggling under the blankets, she mumbled, “Tiff, what if I actually fell in love with Oscar?”
Surprised, Tiffany exclaimed, “Amelia, you actually fell in love with him? He’s your employer! I thought you were just joking.”
“I don’t want to fall in love with him either, but I can’t control my feelings. It’s too late when I realized my feelings for him. If I ever see him together with the woman he loves, I’ll wish for nothing more than to kill her. But I don’t want him to hate me,” murmured Amelia.
Tiffany resumed her solemn tone. “Are you serious, Amelia?”
Amelia nodded.
Exasperated, Tiffany groaned, “Are you stupid, Amelia? What should I even say to you? Weren’t you the one who declared that you only married Oscar for his money? Why are you suddenly saying that you fell in love with him?”
“If I can control my feelings, I won’t be feeling so troubled now,” replied Amelia in frustration.
Tiffany sat down beside her and persuaded, “I must say, Oscar’s quite hot. But don’t you hate playboys the most? Your relationship with him was nothing but a monetary transaction. He pays you to act as his temporary wife. That’s all! I thought you can differentiate between a mere transaction and genuine love. Never had I expected you to be blinded by love one day.”
Amelia smiled bitterly.
Just like what she had said earlier, if feelings could be controlled, there would not be so many men and women pathetically in love.
Other than being rich and handsome, there was nothing else to Oscar. He was a playboy constantly rocked by scandals. Yet, many women longed for him despite that. Although they knew how unfathomable that man was, they would still jump into the trap willingly. In the end, those women would only be the victims.
“Tiff, I’m going to sign the divorce contract with him next week. By then, we will have nothing to do with each other,” said Amelia dejectedly.
“What are you going to do? Divorce him or snatch him back from the other women’s grasps?” asked Tiffany, her question hitting the nail on the head.
Shaking her head, Amelia replied helplessly, “Use your imagination as a novelist. How will the plot proceed from here?”
Tiffany glanced at her and rambled on, “Well, according to a novelist’s point of view, both of you will definitely divorce and Oscar will then discover that he genuinely loves you. After that sudden revelation, he’ll try his best to court you back. However, he’ll have to endure the same suffering which you’ve experienced in the past. When both of you reconcile, the second male lead, who had always loved you, will appear. The second and third female lead will then emerge too. There’ll be multiple love triangles, with many parties involved being hurt. Of course, the ending would be a happy one. Those women who had sabotaged the female lead will definitely be hurt by the male lead and second male lead.”
Amelia burst into laughter.
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Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 11
Reality is indeed different from fiction. Regardless of the female lead, the male lead, or the side characters, their fate lies in the author’s hands.
“I’m not gabbing with you any longer. Get the takeout for me when it arrives. I’m gonna go take a nap.”
Amelia plopped down on Tiffany’s one and only bed and dozed off in a matter of seconds.
Sometime later, Amelia was woken up by the fragrant smell of food. She walked out of the bedroom groggily, just in time to see Tiffany setting the dining table.
“Tiff, you cooked? Didn’t I say to order takeout?” Amelia asked, perplexed.
“Well, you’re jilted. I figured I better comfort you with home-cooked food instead.” Tiffany smiled.
Amelia stared at her with unconcealed doubt and said, “The only time you’re not lazing around like a couch potato is when you’re writing your manuscripts. What’s gotten into you today?”
Tiffany removed her apron and threw it toward Amelia. “Go wash your face and come eat. Keep yapping on and you can forget about me stepping foot into the kitchen again.”
“Got it! I’m going right away. It’s a once-in-a-blue-moon thing that you cooked. How could I miss it? But hold up—are they actually edible?” Having thrown out her last jab, Amelia hurriedly dashed back into the bedroom.
“Get lost!” Tiffany shook her head, but her lips curved into a smile nonetheless.
It was later proven that Tiffany’s dishes were not only edible but absolutely scrumptious. That was the only talent she had other than writing manuscripts. As Amelia put it, should her writing career not take off, she could seriously consider being a chef instead. Based on the magic she’d worked in the kitchen that night, it wouldn’t be too bad to be a beautiful, captivating female chef in a big fancy hotel either.
“It’s been years since I last had what you made, Tiff. I didn’t expect your food to still taste like heaven,” Amelia complimented. “I have full faith that you could compete with Gordon Ramsay if you ever meet him.”
“I was born with the gift like a packaged deal. Besides, compared to you who could set fire in the kitchen by simply boiling water, it’s not that hard for me to be fantastic at it.”
Amelia continued drinking her soup before abruptly adding, “Tiff, do you think I could win Oscar Clinton’s heart if I pick up culinary too?”
“Dream on. Oscar Clinton’s the successor to Clinton Corporations with a net worth in the billions. What food do you suppose he’s never had before? Even if he wanted home-cooked food, he has plenty of servants to do the work. When would he need your contribution? If I must say, you should divorce him as soon as possible and earn a comfortable sum of alimony. You’ve been married for four years. Don’t wait until you lose both the man and the money and end up with nothing.”
Tiffany’s words were a direct blow to Amelia’s confidence.
Amelia shot an aggrieved look at her. “What you said isn’t wrong. But even if we do get divorced, I don’t want his money either. It’ll make me feel as if our marriage was purely a transaction.”
Tiffany stared at her as if she was an idiot. “But isn’t that what it is? A transaction?”
It was yet another blow to Amelia’s already fragile dignity.
“Tiff, do you think I’m a fool?” she asked, her head lowering in dejection.
Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 12
Tiffany lifted her hand to poke Amelia’s forehead, resolute to not sugarcoat her words. “At least you have some awareness. I think you’re a complete idiot. How could you say that you won’t accept his money?! You’re gonna be the death of me!”
Amelia’s head remained lowered, but her hand subconsciously moved to cover her belly. “Tiff… My period’s late for ten days. If I’m pregnant, what should I do with the unplanned child?”
Tiffany was rendered speechless. She stared dumbly at Amelia and gulped. “Have you tested with the kit?”
Amelia shook her head.
Tiffany stood up immediately and said, “Let’s go. I’ll accompany you to buy a test kit. If it’s positive and you don’t want the child, then abort it. If you want to keep the child, I’m sure the Clintons are more than rich enough to raise a kid.”
“Tiff…” Amelia spoke with difficulty. “If it’s positive, I want to keep the child. When I first got married to Oscar, we had an agreement. He’s responsible for the financial part, I’ll be the in-name Mrs. Clinton, and I’ll have to bear a child for the Clintons. But now that Cassie Yard has returned, he probably wouldn’t want a child from another woman.”
Tiffany went silent. A minute later, she questioned, “Have you really thought it through?”
Amelia pondered for a while before finally lifting her head. “Yes. I won’t abandon my own offspring. I lost my parents when I was five. It was my grandparents who raised me and sent me to university. But they passed on before I could repay them. I love money and saved it. And I was going to give my grandparents a better life, but it’s a pity they left before I could accomplish it. I want a child, a family. So if it’s positive, I won’t abort it. I have the means to give them a good life and provide them with the best education. I’ll use my life in exchange for whoever tries to snatch the child from me.”
“Whether or not there’s a child remains in the future. Right now, let’s eat. As for what happens next, we’ll wait till we’ve filled our stomachs to find out. No matter if you wish to have a showdown with Oscar Clinton, or keep it from him, I’ll support you anyway,” Tiffany said in assurance.
“Thank you, Tiff.” Amelia smiled in appreciation.
“There’s no need for thanks between us. Although I write novels online, I can still afford to feed you and the little bean in your belly. So don’t be afraid. At best, we’ll go back to our old life. The only difference is that we’ll have one more mouth to feed.”
Tiffany said it rather nonchalantly, but Amelia knew that she was telling her that she would always be on her side no matter what decision she made.
Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 13
It would be a lie if Amelia said she wasn’t moved. They weren’t biological sisters, but their close relationship was one even money couldn’t replace.
After having their brunch, Amelia stayed at Tiffany’s until the sun had set before returning to the condo she shared with Oscar in the city.
She assumed Oscar was still out entertaining his clients, yet the lights were on when she pushed open the door. Oscar was sitting on the couch with an ankle over his knee, swirling the wine glass in his hand refinedly. All she received was a faint, indifferent look when she entered.
Amelia reacted quickly, putting on the smile she frequently used to deal with the man in front of her. “Mr. Clinton, didn’t you say you have a business dinner tonight?” She bent to switch her footwear into her home slippers.
“Where were you? Why are you back so late?” Oscar questioned.
Amelia headed toward him, plopping down right on his lap. With her arms around his neck, she deliberately sniffed him and grinned. “You’re back early. Did you miss me?”
Oscar circled his arm around her waist and placed his glass on the table, darting a profound gaze at her. “How obedient of you today. Are you out of money?”
Amelia giggled, but the iciness still reflected in her eyes. “You’re so generous. The allowance you give me is more than sufficient to pay for my shopping for an entire year. How could I finish it so soon?”
He lifted and stroked her chin with his thumb. “I’ll never let you go hungry as long as you remain obedient.”
She snuggled into his embrace, sniffing him like a puppy. “Did you drink?”
Catching her wandering hands, he answered, “A little.”
“There are plenty of beauties at those banquets. Why didn’t you take the opportunity to abduct one of them?” Amelia leaned against his chest like a lazy kitten.
“Isn’t it better to be in the company of a lazy kitten like you?”
Amelia laughed. “If you were to take me to a banquet, I reckon I’ll turn into an enchanting little Persian cat.”
“All you need to do is to stay home obediently.”
Her eyes darkened in an instant. That man would never acknowledge that she was his wife. Each time he was to attend a social event, the female companion by his side would never be her.
Abruptly, she shifted away from his embrace, her tone distant as she announced, “I’m exhausted after shopping for the entire day. I’ll go take a shower and go to bed. Good night.”
Without waiting for a response, she returned to her room upstairs.
Oscar remained seated on the couch alone, his expression complicated as he watched Amelia slam the door behind her. When he returned to his senses and tried to go after her, the door had already been locked from the inside.
Frowning, he ordered with a low voice, “Open the door!”
However, a minute passed with no movements from the inside. Oscar raised his hand to knock on the door, getting visibly irritated. “Amelia Winters, stop throwing tantrums. Open the door.”
The door remained firmly closed.
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Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 14
Oscar’s knocks gradually became heavier and furious. “Amelia Winters, open the door!” he commanded.
It wasn’t until he knocked ten consecutive times that the door finally clicked open from the inside.
Amelia, dressed only in a bathrobe, was standing behind the door, her hair wet and her cheeks slightly flushed. She was, needless to say, a picture-perfect example of temptation.
Oscar’s eyes darkened with desire in a blink of an eye. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and scrutinized her from head to toe.
Amelia noticed the difference in his behavior, yet she remained distant when she spoke. “Mr. Clinton, I’m tired.”
Oscar glanced down at her, picked her up, and kicked the door shut with the back of his foot. He lowered her onto the couch in the room, his large, calloused hand caressing her soft cheeks. “Why are you throwing a tantrum?”
Amelia rested her hands on his broad chest and replied, “Nothing. I’m just tired, that’s all.”
He looked at her silently. “It better be. I’d picked you in the first place because I liked that you weren’t one who enjoyed meaningless quarrels. If you’re now learning to put up airs with me, let me make it clear—you won’t end up with a thing from me.”
She was aware this was a warning from him. Her heart felt like it had dropped into a black hole, sinking so deep she could feel it in her stomach. But she still wore a smile on her face to conceal it. “Mr. Clinton, you don’t have to keep reminding me. I know it better than anyone else that our marriage’s merely a transaction. I’m not delusional. I love your money, you enjoy my body, and occasionally I’ll help you to get rid of unwanted admirers.”
Oscar gazed fervently at her as if trying to pick up any trace of unwillingness or pretense on her face. “That’s good to hear.”
Amelia was suddenly hit by a wave of fatigue. The thought of dealing with Oscar Clinton was completely overtaken by her yearning to go to bed. She closed her eyes and said, “I’m really tired. May I sleep?”
Oscar lifted her without warning, gently placing her on the bed before climbing up above her.
It was nearly half an hour later when the bed stopped creaking and their heavy panting gradually slowed down in unison.
Amelia leaned against his chest, inhaling his distinct masculine scent. She failed to conceal the weariness in her eyes for her body was worn out and so was her heart.
Oscar naturally noticed her abnormality and lifted her chin with his forefinger. “What’s the matter?”
She shut her eyes at that, letting the silence fill up the room before she mustered up the courage to ask, “Darling, if I am pregnant with our baby, will you want me to give birth to them?”
Her loneliness late at night had caused her to spill her unspoken thoughts. She subconsciously wanted to treat Oscar as a loving husband rather than an associate of their transaction.
“Are you pregnant?” His tone was composed, making it hard to tell what his true thoughts were.
“What if I am? What will you do?” she asked feebly. Perhaps she was still wishing for Oscar to allow her to keep the child.
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Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 15
“Abort it,” Oscar said heartlessly.
Amelia blanched, feeling as though someone had stabbed her heart time and time again by those two words.
“Don’t you want a child of your own?” She forced a smile.
“My child will only be borne by the woman I love. If you’re pregnant, I’ll get someone to arrange for a doctor’s appointment. You’ll go to the hospital and get an abortion.” He spoke coldly like a beast who had no emotions.
Amelia’s heart chilled there and then. Apparently, other than their chemistry in bed, he had no other feelings toward her despite their four years of marriage.
Abort it?
He’s truly ruthless. He doesn’t even want his own child. A man like that is definitely not worthy of my love and commitment.
She blocked out the mess in her mind and chuckled humorlessly. “You’re really that cruel?”
Oscar regarded her with no emotions and said, “We talked about it when we first got married, hadn’t we? The only relationship between us is my financial responsibility and your performance in bed. You’ll get a sum of money when the relationship comes to an end. Should you get pregnant accidentally, I’ll pay for you to abort it. These were the conditions we mutually agreed. What? Are you trying to use a child to tie me down?”
Amelia’s head drooped, desolately shielding the sourness in her eyes.
This man is still as cruel and ruthless as always.
Oscar raised her chin roughly only to meet her reddened eyes. His face dimmed, a hint of anger showing in his cold gaze. “Why are you crying?”
She shook his hands off stubbornly. “I’m not.”
He reached for her once again, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Are you really pregnant?”
She stared back silently.
“Are you really pregnant? Hm?” he patiently repeated the question.
Amelia chuckled forcibly, searching his face. “Mr. Clinton, if I’m really pregnant, are you going to send someone to force me to the hospital and get an abortion?”
Without a second thought, Oscar answered, “You can’t keep the child. I can’t let Cassie down.”
Once again, she felt as though her heart was cut open by a small blade. He wouldn’t even pretend to lie to make her feel better. Other than money, there was nothing else he was willing to offer.
Cassie Yard. Cassie Yard. To you, Cassie’s the only woman your heart yearns for, even if she hurts you. Whether she returns or not, the spot in your heart’s solely kept for her forever.
Amelia had never met the woman, but she couldn’t help but be jealous of her. She had lost thoroughly before she even had a chance to compete against her rival in love.
“How devoted of you,” she commented. It was too bad that devotion wasn’t meant for her.
“Say, if you love Ms. Yard so much, why would you have sex with other women?”
Is it true that men only think with the lower half of their bodies? As long as it’s a woman with decent looks, he would go to bed with her without the need to involve emotions.
“Cassie’s a gem. She deserves to be treated well by me,” he said as if he didn’t know the words he spoke were killing someone else.
So I’m an ugly rock, then? Amelia scoffed silently in her heart.
She released herself from his shackles and said perfunctorily, “I’m exhausted. My body’s taking a break for a day, so I’ll go sleep in the guest room.”
She turned to leave.
Oscar frowned. “So are you pregnant or not?”
Her steps halted. “Rest assured. If I’m pregnant, I’ll make a trip to the hospital personally and get an abortion. I wouldn’t want my child to be born into a world without a father.”
Unaccustomed to her distant attitude, his brows furrowed even more. “Stop right there, Amelia Winters.”
She had already made it to the door when he stopped her.
Without turning around, she responded indifferently, “Is there anything else, Mr. Clinton?”
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Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 16
“What’s wrong with you today? Why are you so angry?” Oscar asked with knitted brows.
Amelia sniggered. “Why? Are you saying that I should greet you with a smile every day?”
Oscar marched toward Amelia, grabbed her by the shoulders, and spun her around. Looking deep into her eyes, he asked, “Tell me, why are you angry with me?”
Amelia returned his gaze absently. “Mr. Clinton, I’m just a little tired. I’m not mad at you.”
“Yes, you are,” Oscar retorted. “You’re throwing a tantrum.”
Amelia laughed bitterly as she tried to think of an excuse. “Mr. Clinton, women are generally harder to understand. I’m just feeling a little emotional right now. That’s all.”
To her relief, Oscar believed her.
“You’re impossible to deal with,” he muttered.
Amelia only nodded half-heartedly.
He continued, “Well, since you aren’t feeling well, make sure you rest early tonight then. As for our divorce papers, I’ll get the lawyer to call you once they’re ready to be signed.”
Amelia stiffened a little. She wasn’t in a mood to ask any more questions, so she simply nodded her head.
“I still have work to do. You can go to bed first. I’ll just sleep in the study if it gets too late,” the man added. As he slowly turned to walk away, he suddenly felt a tug at his sleeve.
“Wait,” Amelia exclaimed as she reached for his hand.
Oscar turned around and locked eyes with Amelia. It melted his heart to see her looking so fragile at that moment.
“What is it?” he asked gently.
“Mr. Clinton,” Amelia whispered, fighting the dull ache in her heart. “Can you please stay?”
Oscar frowned. “Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You haven’t been yourself today.”
“Mr. Clinton, I want you to stay with me. Can’t you leave your work aside for a while?” Amelia replied matter-of-factly.
Oscar held her hopeful gaze, his heart fluttering. “Do you really want me to stay?”
Amelia nodded gingerly.
“Well,” Oscar hesitated. “All right then. Why don’t you head to bed first while I take a bath?”
He then grabbed a set of clean clothes and headed for the bathroom.
After a nice long bath, Oscar finally stepped out of the bathroom, only to see Amelia still reading in bed. “Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
She pulled down the quilt on his side of the bed. “I’m waiting for you. I’m so used to sleeping with your arms around me that I can’t sleep without you around.”
Oscar removed his bathrobe without a word and changed into the pajamas Amelia had prepared for him.
Amelia grabbed a hairdryer and beckoned him to sit beside her. “Here, let me blow-dry your hair.”
Oscar did as he was told.
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Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 17
As Amelia carefully blow-dried Oscar’s hair, running her hand through it, she was hit by a bout of nostalgia. After all, this was their routine in the first two years of their marriage. Sadly, such interactions had become hard to come by in the last two years.
Amelia did cherish these little, tender moments. However, she couldn’t look past the fact that Oscar had fallen for someone else. Despite her continued efforts, he just didn’t seem to care.
“Mr. Clinton, I’ve heard that men with coarse hair dote on their wives. What a lucky woman Ms. Yard would be when you marry her,” Amelia remarked.
Oscar, who had been enjoying being pampered, simply asked, “Why would you say that?”
“It was just a passing thought.” Amelia chuckled.
“Are you jealous?”
Amelia placed the hairdryer down and wrapped herself around Oscar’s neck, taking in his scent. “Do I have the right to be jealous?”
“What do you think?” Oscar asked, lifting her chin.
Tears immediately welled up in Amelia’s eyes. “You only have eyes for Ms. Yard now. Even if I said I was jealous, you’d probably find me a nuisance, wouldn’t you?”
Oscar promptly let go of her chin and pushed her away. The coldness returned to his eyes. “I’m glad you understand. As long as you don’t cause any trouble, I promise you your rightful share after our divorce.”
Amelia lay in bed and smiled. “Mr. Clinton, you’re far too generous with your money. No wonder so many women have come and gone, and yet, no one has had any complaints. Money really makes the world go round.”
Oscar shot her a look. “Let’s just sleep.”
Amelia scooted into his embrace, just like how they used to be when they were a real couple.
Oscar patted her on her shoulders and muttered, “Sleep now. Stop worrying yourself sick.”
Oscar drifted off to sleep very easily, but Amelia remained wide awake. She looked up at him and whispered, “As long as you still have an ounce of love for me, I will not willingly bow out of this crazy love triangle. I am clearly your wife, and yet I have to make way for this other woman who has hurt you in the past? How magnanimous must you be to think she’s completely innocent?”
Oscar continued to snore away.
Amelia closed her eyes. Oscar Clinton, Cassie Yard isn’t as innocent as you think. I’d hate to see you get hurt by her again. But no matter what I say, nothing will get through to you.
If Oscar had become a thorn in Amelia’s side, that would make Cassie the deadly poppy to Oscar. The deadlier the poison, the sweeter it was, and Oscar was there to lap it all up.
At the end of the day, Cassie won him over because she was better at pretending to be weak and pitiful.
The next morning, Amelia was up before seven. She padded over to the bathroom for a quick shower before donning on a shirt. Molly had gone back to visit her son and grandson, so Amelia was in charge of making today’s breakfast.
She cooked some oatmeal, fried up two sunny-side-up eggs, and prepared two other side dishes. What a lovely breakfast to look forward to.
Having been with Oscar for four years, Amelia knew his food preferences very well. He enjoyed various cuisines, but nothing could beat the taste of a home-cooked meal. He’d frequent classy, fine dining restaurants for work, but he’d bring her to family-style restaurants when he was with her. She used to tease Oscar for having such contrasting sides to him. He was the heir to Clinton Corporations, for crying out loud! No one would dare to mock him even if they knew he frequented family restaurants. And besides, there was nothing wrong with these restaurants. Family restaurants serve delicious and affordable foods. Everyone should be so happy to have a taste of them.
Oscar had once explained, “It isn’t about the food. It’s a style that the rich and accomplished adopt.”
She remembered rolling her eyes at that. The more successful they are, the more insufferable they become.
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Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 18
Amelia had only just set the breakfast table when Oscar sauntered down, all washed and dressed. She smiled. “Such precise timing, Mr. Clinton. Breakfast is ready. Eat up.”
Oscar hesitated a little but still sat down anyway.
Like the doting wife she was, Amelia set his breakfast in front of him. Oscar took a few bites and savored the familiar taste of a home-cooked meal. This was what he enjoyed the most, though he had no choice but to go for fine dining when he was out socializing.
On his second bowl of oatmeal, Oscar looked up at Amelia. “I’ve gotten the lawyer to draft a new set of divorce papers. Once you’ve signed them at the law firm, I’ll transfer the money into your account. The amount should be good to set you up for life.”
Amelia froze, her appetite all gone.
“Okay,” she whispered.
Oscar’s face fell. “What is it? Do you not want a divorce?”
Amelia’s grip around her spoon tightened momentarily. But she soon recovered and put on a coy smile. “Don’t be silly. I just thought this was all going too fast.”
Amelia knew she had lost. She didn’t want any more drama, and neither did she want to lose even more.
“Let me just wish you and Ms. Yard a blissful marriage in advance. May your family live happily ever after,” Amelia said. She took a bite of the egg and smiled even sweeter. “Don’t worry about inviting me to your wedding. I doubt it’d be appropriate to have your ex-wife present on your happy day. Also, Ms. Yard is still overseas, isn’t she? You might want to check on her and see what she’s been up to these last four years. After all, four years is a long time and time can bring about drastic changes.”
Oscar set his spoon down curtly. “I’ll be off to work now. I won’t be coming home for dinner. You can eat alone.”
A look of disappointment flashed across Amelia’s face.
She fought back her tears, stood up, and straightened Oscar’s suit. “Have a good day.”
Oscar only gave her a quick glance before walking away.
Once he was out of sight, Amelia’s smile faded. She fell against the wall, tears pouring down her face uncontrollably.
After a good cry, Amelia picked herself up, cleared the breakfast table, and went up to the bedroom. She put on full makeup and was very pleased with what she saw in the mirror. Perfect!
Amelia was the kind of person who would never let an ounce of sadness be reflected on her face, no matter how much she was suffering. She would always doll herself up, and make sure she looked the best in any crowd she was in.
As she put on her heels and picked up her LV handbag, her phone in the bag started ringing. It was from an unknown number.
“Hello?”
The voice on the other end of the call sounded very young and tender. “Is that Amelia Winters? I just wanted to tell you that I’m pregnant with Oscar’s child.”
“You should be telling Mr. Clinton that yourself. If you don’t have his number, I’ll text it to you.”
The other lady replied, “I think you’ve misunderstood me. I don’t want this child, but I also don’t want to not get anything out of this situation. I was hoping you could meet up with me.”
A corner of Amelia’s mouth twitched. So it was just someone asking for money. She was in a bad mood anyway, so why not meet up with the woman whom Oscar impregnated? How much worse could it get?
Honestly, Oscar was a heartless scumbag. He claimed to love Cassie with all his heart, yet rumors about him dating famous actresses and supermodels kept swirling about. Even Amelia had to speak out for him to clean up his mess.
What a mess this relationship was.
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Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 19
Amelia had initially thought the lady who claimed to be pregnant just sounded young. To her surprise, she really was very young. In fact, she was an underage girl.
Amelia was thoroughly ashamed of Oscar. How could he do this to underage girls?
However, Amelia also knew that this was no ordinary girl. Even though she looked to be only fifteen or sixteen, she was also a member of the popular group, “Sweet Girl”. As for her name, Amelia had no clue.
The girl looked so young and innocent and yet was dressed sexily. She checked Amelia out from head to toe. “You don’t look too bad. Just a little old.”
Amelia chuckled. She was only thirty, but in front of this fifteen-year-old girl, she did seem old.
After sitting down and ordering a latte, she asked, “All right, pretty lady. If you’re here to talk terms with me, shouldn’t you at least tell me your name first?”
“Keira Shaw,” the young lady replied with her arms folded.
Amelia leaned back on her chair and unceremoniously shifted her gaze to Keira’s stomach. “Go on then. When did you get together with Oscar, and how far along are you?”
Keira’s face darkened a little. “No wonder Oscar called you a vulgar person who only wanted money. Need you be so direct and crude?” she hummed disdainfully.
Amelia picked at her manicured nails and smiled. “Ms. Shaw, I was referring to the normal relationship between a man and a woman. How is that crude? Oh, I forgot. You’re only fifteen years old, aren’t you? That puts you in high school. With that soft and innocent face of yours, you can probably get away with anything. And no matter how you dress, you’ll still give off that air of purity and innocence. I feel so old in comparison.”
Keira gave her a death stare. “You’re so crude!”
Amelia gave a nonchalant shrug. “Can’t help it. I’m no longer young like you. If I don’t show a little toughness and be a little crude, how would I get any money? After all, Mr. Clinton is usually more generous with the younger ladies.”
“Don’t you dare shame Oscar like that! A woman like you isn’t fit to be with him,” Keira replied coldly.
Amelia stirred her coffee and took a sip. “The coffee here is pretty good.”
Keira continued to stare coldly at her.
Amelia knew for certain that Keira was not Oscar’s type. She might look pretty but she was far too young and rash. Oscar was a flirt, but even he wouldn’t casually get himself caught up with someone like her. Why else did he marry Amelia in the first place? He needed someone strong, someone to speak out for him when needed.
“Amelia Winters, I did not ask you out to talk about coffee. Since I’m now with Oscar’s child, don’t you think you should back out of this relationship?” Keira spat.
Amelia looked bemused. “What? Have you changed your mind? Are you saying you want to keep the child and become Mrs. Clinton?”
Keria snarled at her, “Well, initially, I only wanted to see what Oscar’s wife looked like, and hopefully get some money out of it. Unfortunately, other than that pretty face, everything else about you is ugly. I can’t possibly let someone like you stay with Oscar.”
“Well said! I’m with you on that.” Amelia clapped in agreement.
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Too Much to Bear My Love Chapter 20
“But if not for a crude woman like me keeping him company, who’d be sleeping with Mr. Clinton? You’ve got to know that he’ll be uncomfortable if he doesn’t get to work on those desires somewhere. You’re not a man, so you won’t understand what it feels like.” Amelia chuckled as she took a sip of her coffee.
“Aren’t you one shameless woman?” Keira cursed.
“My, Ms. Shaw. You’re hilarious. Mr. Clinton and I are a married couple. What’s wrong with us doing things in bed? Is it illegal? However, Ms. Shaw, you’re quite young, and I don’t think Mr. Clinton would want to destroy a blooming bud like you, so…”
Her words made Keira’s face flush bright red, not because she was embarrassed but because she was livid.
Amelia shook her head, thinking, That’s all she can do? I’ve no idea how she managed to cling to Oscar. Regardless, with the kind of person Oscar is, she won’t last long with him. I wonder if he’s looking for pretentious idiots like her because he’s sick of sexy women.
However, I don’t think anyone other than Cassie Yard can stay a long time by his side.
Abruptly, she was curious about the type of woman Cassie was to make an apathetic man like Oscar become enamored with her.
“You’re beyond shameless, Amelia!” Keira fumed.
“Thank you very much. That’s the highest form of praise a woman can ever receive from another woman,” Amelia replied nonchalantly. “If I wasn’t more shameless than you, I wouldn’t have become Mrs. Clinton, wouldn’t I?”
“Stop gloating. Oscar told me he’ll divorce you eventually,” Keira suddenly crowed.
For a moment, Amelia was in a daze. The Oscar she knew would not have said such things to an outsider.
“Even if we were to get a divorce, Ms. Shaw, I’d get more of his assets than you do. Don’t be jealous. Just make Mr. Clinton fall for you and marry you if you can. You’ll get as much as I do too once you get a divorce with him,” Amelia responded with a sweet smile.
“You—”
“Don’t be mad. Mr. Clinton doesn’t like women who get angry for no reason. He told me that women like that are just ugly sharks to him.”
By now, Keira’s face was scrunched up in her wrath. “You’re ridiculous!” With that said, she grabbed her purse and stormed off.
Amelia then leaned back on her chair and chuckled. “She’s leaving after just a few words? I knew it. She’s still too young.”
After finishing her coffee, she asked for her bill and paid for both coffees. Staring at the untouched cup of coffee opposite her, she shook her head and dramatically sighed. “What a pity. Young people nowadays really don’t know how to be frugal. It’s no easy feat to earn a living.”
When she left the cafe, she received a call from Oscar.
“Come to the office,” he said curtly and ended the call.
Amelia stared at her dimmed screen, a bitter smile growing on her lips. In the past, she could have enjoyed lunch with Oscar in the office. Yet the only reason now for Oscar to ask her to go to the office was to talk about their divorce.
Despite her reluctance, Amelia went over.
Reaching Clinton Corporations, all the staff politely greeted, “Mrs. Clinton.” Although she and Oscar were only married by agreement, the wedding they had four years ago was still a grand one. Oscar had not embarrassed her in public and had made known to everyone that she was his wife.
Smiling at them, she then entered Oscar’s private elevator.
“Mrs. Clinton,” Lauren greeted her with a smile as soon as she exited the elevator. “Mr. Clinton is currently in a meeting. He has asked for you to wait in his office for a while.”
Amelia nodded. “Thank you.”
After entering the office, Amelia tossed her bag on the couch before flopping into it after taking off her heels.
But she put them back on shortly after when someone came knocking on the door. “Come in.”
The door swung open and in came Lauren. She was Oscar’s other secretary, a woman who was capable in her work and not one to engage in idle talk.
Lauren had a cup of coffee in her hand as she muttered, “Mrs. Clinton, I’ve made you a cup of coffee.”
Amelia responded with a smile, “Thank you.”
Politely, Lauren suggested, “Mrs. Clinton, if you find yourself feeling bored, I can get you a few entertainment magazines to read.”
“I’m fine. You should go ahead with your work. I’ll just log in to the computer and surf the net if I’m bored.”
“All right, I’ll take my leave then.” Lauren then exited the room.
Picking up the cup of coffee to sip on it, Amelia praised, “She’s got the skills for coffee brewing. For a pretty woman like her to be around him, Oscar must be destined for a life full of pretty women.”