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.”

with Amelia voicing her agreement several

the phone, Amelia looked at Oscar and said smilingly, “Mr. Clinton, thank you for the surprise you’ve prepared for me today. I really liked it. Tiff’s prepared a cake for me as well and I’d like to go visit her. Do you wanna head home first? Or you can go visit

birthday girl and

radiant. “Okay, let’s

them to Tiffany’s neighborhood. He parked the car and together they went up to

sight of Oscar standing next to Amelia. Amelia

them into her

and addressed Oscar, “Mr. Clinton, I hope you don’t mind my

nonplussed at Tiffany’s sarcasm as he surveyed

birthday today. Please don’t make any funny comments for my

quickly brightened up and said, “I wonder what momentous occasion has brought you all

changed the topic. “Tiff, didn’t you

eyed Amelia and said, “They’re in the living

into the living room and saw a two-tier cake on the table. It wasn’t a big cake but the design was incredibly intricate. There was a photo of her on the cake along with a message that read: Happy

a variety of fruits as

in two

Amelia nodded.

both Tiffany and Oscar. This is the simplest birthday party I’ve ever joined. Oscar stared at Amelia

the number of businessmen who’ve tried to establish work connections during my 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

like a toy. I play 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 a gold-digger who’s obsessed with branded goods, but I don’t even really know what she

sight of a small cake, Oscar doubted if he’d ever truly understood Amelia. She claims to love

Oscar felt uncertain.

a wealthy man like you has

a diamond ring or a branded handbag. Jeez, what an

over. “What

eyes. “Mr. Clinton,

said softly, “Tiff, that’s too much. I’m going to be

in an exasperated tone, “Babe,

me like a real husband? Also, who says I don’t like branded handbags and clothes? They’re such lavish items;

while Oscar

and necklace I got for you?”

of cake she was swallowing and started coughing.

her a glass of water. “Here, take

of water and took a

gently and chided her, “How could you choke

lips and asked