Too Much To Bear My Love

Amelia looked at Oscar and asked, “Mr. Clinton, what’s wrong?”

Oscar replied, “There’s too many people here.”

Amelia took his hand and started swinging it like a love-struck idiot. She laughingly commented, “Mr. Clinton, you negotiate with people every day and handles accounts in the millions. I didn’t know you’d be scared of crowds.”

“I’m not scared of crowds; I just don’t like them. It’s noisy.”

Amelia held his hand more firmly and laughed. “Mr. Clinton, I’m sorry you have to suffer through the crowds today, but I’m the birthday girl and you promised to spend the whole day with me.”

Oscar pinched her nose lightly. “I’ve been neglecting you all this while; I’m making it up to you now for my past actions.”

Amelia chuckled. Though she knew Oscar’s affectionate behavior was but a temporary change, she was willing to indulge herself in his attentiveness.

“Mr. Clinton, thank you for today. This is the first time in our four years of marriage that you’ve acted like a real husband.”

Oscar glanced at her and asked in a puzzled tone, “Did I not treat you well in the past? I’ve been giving you a sizable allowance and I’ve always asked my secretary to buy you anything that you fancy. I’m not too sure if other rich men would be so kind to their toys.”

Amelia pursed her lips. “Mr. Clinton, like you said, you’ve treated me like a toy in the past. Today though, you’re treating me like a wife. And as a wife, of course, I’m happy when you’re being a romantic.”

Oscar pondered her words.

Amelia lifted her head and glanced at him. “It’s okay, Mr. Clinton. Just take my words with a pinch of salt. After tonight, we’ll be back to being contractors in a transactional relationship. There will be nothing more to it.”

Displeasure flashed across Oscar’s eyes.

“Amelia, do you not trust me?”

“Mr. Clinton, this is not a matter of trust. Your heart belongs to someone else”—as if to make her point, she pointed to his heart—”and no amount of effort is going to let me change that. It’s much easier if we just treat this as a contract.”

Oscar fell silent.

He appraised Amelia’s unusually calm demeanor, an indescribable emotion taking hold of him—an impulsive urge to pull her into his arms and say that he would not divorce her. But just as he lifted his arms, an image of Cassie flashed across his mind, washing away that feeling.

At that moment, Amelia’s phone started ringing. It was Tiffany.

“Tiff,” Amelia answered.

“Happy birthday, Babe! I was rushing a deadline yesterday and I almost forgot to send you a wish on your birthday. Come over, I’ve prepared a birthday cake for you.” Tiffany’s cheerful voice came through the receiver.

Amelia smiled. “Okay, I’ll be over in a jiff.”

a while, with Amelia

really liked it. Tiff’s prepared a cake for

grabbed her hand, much to Amelia’s shock. “Didn’t you say you’re the birthday girl and I’m not to leave your side the entire day?

was radiant.

the

standing next to Amelia. Amelia merely

them into her

the door, Tiffany folded her arms and addressed Oscar, “Mr. Clinton, I hope you don’t mind my humble digs or I’ll have to invite you

at Tiffany’s sarcasm as he surveyed her

on Tiffany’s sleeve. “Tiff, it’s my birthday today. Please don’t make any funny comments for my

wonder what momentous occasion has brought you all

sleeves again and changed the topic. “Tiff, didn’t you

said, “They’re in the living

but the design was incredibly intricate. There was a photo of her on the cake along with a message that read: Happy birthday, Amelia! Stay elegant

cake was decorated with a variety of

will be over in two more

Amelia nodded.

party I’ve ever joined. Oscar stared at Amelia as she made her birthday wish, her features illuminated by the candles. He felt

birthday galas. Every guest is either a businessman or a celebrity, and the prices of the gifts are astronomical. I’ve been married to this woman for four years yet I’ve never once put in the effort to celebrate her birthday with her. If I happened to be in a good mood, I would only get my secretary to get her a branded handbag or some cosmetics.

with her when I’m happy and throw her aside when I’m not. Every gift I’ve given her is something my secretary prepared. I called her

front of him who seemed so happy at the sight of a small cake, Oscar doubted if he’d ever truly understood Amelia. She claims to love money and branded

Oscar felt uncertain.

a wealthy man like you has prepared for her.”

or a branded handbag. Jeez, what an utterly unimaginative present for someone with such wealth. I bet you don’t even know what

face clouded over. “What do you

cake and smiled, though the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Mr. Clinton, for someone with two doctorates and exemplary academic results, do you really

glanced at Tiffany and said softly, “Tiff, that’s too much. I’m going to be angry if you

her briefly before continuing in an exasperated tone, “Babe, can’t you see I’m standing up for

smile was plastered on her face. “Mr. Clinton and I are merely in a contractual marriage; how can you expect him to treat me like a real husband? Also, who says I don’t like branded handbags and clothes? They’re such lavish items;

more exasperated, while Oscar

you not like the diamond ring and necklace I got

the piece of cake she was swallowing and started

quickly poured her a glass of water. “Here, take a

the glass of water and took a big sip did she

patted her back gently and chided her, “How could you choke on a

his lips and asked