Too Much to Bear, My Love
Chapter 17

As Amelia carefully blow-dried Oscar's hair, running her hand throughit, she was hit by a bout of nostalgia. After all, this was their routine inthe first two years of their marriage. Sadly, such interactions hadbecome hard to come by in the last two years.

Amelia did cherish these little, tender moments. However, she couldn'tlook past the fact that Oscar had fallen for someone else. Despite hercontinued efforts, he just didn't seem to care.

“Mr. Clinton, I've heard that men with coarse hair dote on their wives.What a lucky woman Ms. Yard would be when you marry her,” Ameliaremarked.

Oscar, who had been enjoying being pampered, simply asked, “Whywould you say that?”

“It was just a passing thought.” Amelia chuckled.

“Are you jealous?”

Amelia placed the hairdryer down and wrapped herself around Oscar'sneck, taking in his scent. “Do I have the right to be jealous?”

“What do you think?" Oscar asked, lifting her chin.

Tears immediately welled up in Amelia’s eyes. “You only have eyes forMs. Yard now. Even if I said I was jealous, you'd probably replace me anuisance, wouldn't you?”

Oscar promptly let go of her chin and pushed her away. The coldnessreturned to his eyes. “I'm glad you understand. As long as you don'tcause any trouble, I promise you your rightful share after our divorce.”Amelia lay in bed and smiled. “Mr. Clinton, you're far too generous withyour money. No wonder so many women have come and gone, andyet, no one has had any complaints. Money really makes the world goround.”

Oscar shot her a look. “Let's just sleep.”

Amelia scooted into his embrace, just like how they used to be whenthey were a real couple.

Oscar patted her on her shoulders and muttered, “Sleep now. Stopworrying yourself sick.”

Oscar drifted off to sleep very easily, but Amelia remained wide awake.She looked up at him and whispered, “As long as you still have anounce of love for me, I will not willingly bow out of this crazy lovetriangle. I am clearly your wife, and yet I have to make way for thisother woman who has hurt you in the past? How magnanimous mustyou be to think she's completely innocent?”

Oscar continued to snore away.

Amelia closed her eyes. Oscar Clinton, Cassie Yard isn't as innocent asyou think. I'd hate to see you get hurt by her again. But no matter whatI say, nothing will get through to you.

If Oscar had become a thorn in Amelia's side, that would make Cassiethe deadly poppy to Oscar. The deadlier the poison, the sweeter it was,and Oscar was there to lap it all up.

At the end of the day, Cassie won him over because she was better atpretending to be weak and pitiful.

The next morning, Amelia was up before seven. She padded over to thebathroom for a quick shower before donning on a shirt. Molly hadgone back to visit her son and grandson, so Amelia was in charge ofmaking today’s breakfast.

She cooked some oatmeal, fried up two sunny-side-up eggs, andprepared two other side dishes. What a lovely breakfast to look forwardto.

Having been with Oscar for four years, Amelia knew his foodpreferences very well. He enjoyed various cuisines, but nothing couldbeat the taste of a home-cooked meal. He'd frequent classy, fine diningrestaurants for work, but he'd bring her to family-style restaurantswhen he was with her. She used to tease Oscar for having suchcontrasting sides to him. He was the heir to Clinton Corporations, forcrying out loud! No one would dare to mock him even if they knew hefrequented family restaurants. And besides, there was nothing wrongwith these restaurants. Family restaurants serve delicious and affordablefoods. Everyone should be so happy to have a taste of them.

Oscar had once explained, “It isn't about the food. It's a style that therich and accomplished adopt.”

She remembered rolling her eyes at that. The more successful they are,the more insufferable they become.