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?”

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

more drama, and neither did she want to lose

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

down curtly. “I’ll be off to work now. I won’t be coming

look of disappointment flashed across Amelia’s

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

her a quick

faded. She fell against the

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

matter how much she was suffering. She would always doll herself up, and make sure she looked the best in any

on her heels and picked up her LV handbag, her phone in the bag started ringing.