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?”

recovered and put on a coy smile. “Don’t be silly. I just thought

more drama, and neither did she want

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

curtly. “I’ll be off to work now. I won’t be coming home for dinner.

disappointment flashed

up, and

only gave her a quick glance before walking

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

went up to the bedroom. She put on full makeup and was very pleased

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

heels and picked up her LV handbag, her phone in