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

She didn’t want any more drama,

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

to work now. I won’t

disappointment flashed across

stood up, and straightened Oscar’s suit. “Have a good

gave her a quick

of sight, Amelia’s smile faded. She

cry, Amelia picked herself up, cleared the breakfast table, and went up to the bedroom. She put on full makeup and was

kind of person who would never let an ounce of sadness be reflected on her face, no matter how much she was suffering. She

heels and picked up her LV handbag, her phone in