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?”

a coy smile. “Don’t

any more drama, and neither did she want to

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

work now. I won’t be coming

of disappointment flashed

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

her a quick

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

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.

of sadness be reflected on her face, no matter how much she was

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