Too Much To Bear My Love

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?”

spoon tightened momentarily. But she soon recovered and put on a coy smile. “Don’t be silly. I just thought this was all

didn’t want any more drama, and neither did she want

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?

set his spoon down curtly. “I’ll be off to work now. I won’t be coming home for

disappointment

back her tears, stood up, and straightened Oscar’s suit. “Have a

a quick glance before walking

sight, Amelia’s smile faded. She fell against the wall, tears pouring down her

the bedroom. She put on full makeup and was very pleased with what

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

her phone in the bag