Too Much to Bear, My Love
Chapter 47

Amelia shook her head. “They're all easy-going, and I feel comfortableworking with them.”

“That's good to hear. I wanted you to be my assistant, but I thoughtthat would seem like I'm degrading you, so I sent you to the designdepartment instead and transferred one of the talented employeesthere to the headquarters,” Carter explained.

Sincerely, Amelia expressed her gratitude. “Carter, thank you for givingme this opportunity. I haven't designed for four years. Now that I get todesign again, I'm thrilled. At least I know I still love design as much I didin the past.”

Carter shook his head and muttered, “I was the one who wronged youand Tiffany. If not for me back then, you wouldn't have left. I should bethe one to apologize to you.”

Hearing that, Amelia waved dismissively. “Let's not talk about the pastanymore. I don't blame you for that. Back then, Tiff and I were tooyoung; that's why we were tricked. You're too courteous to want toapologize.”

“All right, let's talk about something else now.”

Carter sent her to the entrance of her residential area. Just as shestepped out of the car, Oscar also stopped his car.

The two of them came out of their respective vehicles at the same time.Oscar first glanced at Carter, who had come out as well, before turningto Amelia with a gloomy look.

“Amelia, didn’t you say you were at Tiffany's?” Oscar gritted out.Instead of answering him, Amelia turned to Carter and said, “Carter,thank you for sending me back. You can go ahead first. I'll ride in withmy husband.”

Carter nodded and gently reminded her, “Call me if there's anything.”She nodded.

After Carter left, Oscar's expression turned as dark as ink. His nextwords sounded as though they had been squeezed through his teeth."Get on.”

Obediently, she boarded. The mood in the car was tense. Oscar wasgloomy and Amelia was silent as she ruminated about Cassie's words.Even after the two entered the house, they remained quiet and tense.As he gave a rough pull at his tie, he glared at her and asked,“Shouldn't you give me an explanation about Carter?”

With an insincere smile, Amelia replied, “Mr. Clinton, you didn't give mean explanation about your night with Ms. Yard, either. My boss sent mehome out of his kind heart. There's nothing for me to explain aboutthat.”

At that, Oscar gnashed his teeth. “You sent someone to follow me?”She shrugged. “Mr. Clinton, there's no way I would be interested to dothat. Your sweetheart was simply afraid that my existence will threatenher place in your heart, so after sleeping with you, she used your phoneto call me. In fact, she even told me she’s carrying your baby. Mr.Clinton, congratulations! You're going to be a father soon. However, Iwon't be visiting her when she gives birth to the baby. After all, it's notappropriate for your ex-wife to visit her, is it?”

Snapping his brows together, Oscar hissed in disbelief, “Cassie calledyou?"

“You don't believe me? I have call records.” Amelia then handed herphone to Oscar. On it was his number, showing that the call took placeat almost nine in the morning. That was around the time they woke up.By now, his brows were drawn together so tightly that a fly could becrushed in between.

“Mr. Clinton, if you remember your own number, you'll believe me,right?” Amelia mocked. “I'm afraid your innocent Ms. Yard isn't asinnocent as you think she is. You're a great businessman, but it's quiteembarrassing if an innocent-looking girl gets to fool you.”

“Amelia, can you stop talking in this tone?” Oscar grounded out. “Cassieisn't someone like this. She must have called you for something else.Amelia, you can't slander her because of me. I won't hold youaccountable this time, but the next time you do this, don't blame mefor doing something about this.”

By now, Amelia was already used to him hurting her, so she reactedlittle to his words. Instead, she said, “Since you don't like to hear metalk about Cassie, I'll stop. That way, I can avoid making you think thatI'm trying to sow discord between the two of you.”

After looking at her for a long time, he muttered, “Did Cassie really callyou and say those things?”

Amelia shrugged. “If you want to believe me, I'd say yes. If you don't,just think of me as spouting nonsense.”

Oscar responded, “You're not that kind of person. That's something I'msure of."

A corner of Amelia's tugged upward as she nonchalantly replied,“Should I thank you for your trust, Mr. Clinton?”

“You won't sow discord between others, but I don't believe Cassie isthat kind of person, either.” That was Oscar's response.

Amelia rolled her eyes. He might as well save his breath by not sayingthe last few sentences

“As a genius in the corporate world, you can well decipher whether aperson is good or bad. If you paid more attention, you'd surely realizewhat kind of person Ms. Yard is. All that's left is whether you believe itor not."

Shooting her a displeased look, Oscar uttered, “Cassie's my futurepartner. She's my beloved and whom I have to cherish and protect. Nomatter who she is, I'll love her.”

Oscar did not know whether those words were meant for Amelia orhimself.

Feeling she had been struck by a bolt of lightning, Amelia found herentire body numb from the pain. She plastered on a smile andchuckled, “Congratulations, Mr. Clinton, on your happily ever after. It'stime for me, the pretend wife, to make my grand exit. Don't send meyour wedding invitation; I'd like to save on the wedding gift.”

Oscar's frown deepened. “Who's Carter to you?”

Sitting down on the other end of the couch, Amelia wondered, “Mr.Clinton, you're already divorcing me. Why do you want to know whoCarter is to me?"

He shot her a sharp look and uttered, “Amelia, you'd better rememberthat you're still my wife.”

“You've already forgotten that you're a married man, so why should Iremember that?” Amelia retorted.

She wanted Oscar to know that she was no doormat. She could pretendto be blind to his relationship with Cassie, but there was no way shewould take it lying down when the mistress was trying to show off theiraffair with the wife.

“Amelia, you're crossing the line.”

“Mr. Clinton, we're husband and wife. Even if we have a maritalagreement, we're legally married. You love Ms. Yard, don't you? Thentake out the divorce papers and I'll sign them right away. However, I willnot accept any less than I deserve. I'm sure you don't want Ms. Yard tobecome a homewrecker, do you? She's the daughter of the Yard family.For her to be the third wheel, I'm afraid...”

Amelia did not continue but she knew Oscar understood her meaning.Upset, Oscar hissed, “Amelia, you have no right to intervene in mymatters. Don't you forget that I'm your patron. If you divorce me, thecontract states that you'll have to pay a hundred million ascompensation. If you sleep with other men during this marriage, youwon't get a cent. Your eagerness to get together with Carter will leaveyou with nothing.”

Amelia laughed boisterously.

“Mr. Clinton, are you done?”

Oscar pursed his lips and glared at Amelia. He realized that this womancould always infuriate him.

“Mr. Clinton, if there isn't anything else, I'm going upstairs first. I'vebeen working the whole day and I'm so tired.” Amelia then stood upand stretched inelegantly.

Striding toward her, Oscar pulled her into his arms and growled,“Amelia, for how long are you going to throw this tantrum?”

His words only made Amelia feel the urge to laugh. She realized shewas losing her ability to comprehend Oscar's thoughts. He was the oneto mention the divorce, but he was also the one to refuse to divorce. Ifshe were to challenge him with words, he would say that she wasunreasonable. Now that she wanted to keep a distance away, heaccused her of not caring for him.

Even men in andropause don't have such severe mood swings!

“Mr. Clinton, I just want to take a shower before eating,” Ameliamumbled as she stayed still in his arms.

“Speak clearer.”

Once again, Amelia could not help but roll her eyes.

“What do you wish to know?"

“How did you hook up with Carter? How much money did he giveyou?"

There were no changes to Amelia's expression as she listened to hiswords.

“When you divorce me, maybe he'll pay me a hefty sum to take me inas a kept woman.”

The moment Oscar heard her response, he looked as if he wanted tostrangle her there and then.

“Amelia, do you have to be such a depraved woman?”

“Mr. Clinton, don't you remember I married you back then for money?At most, we only have a professional relationship. Once this businessdeal is over, naturally, I'll have to replace my next backer. You can't possiblytell me I have to pretend to be all innocent after doing this, right?”

His brows snapped together as he questioned, “Amelia, must you makeit sound that horrible?”

Amelia laughed until she had to hunch over.

“I'm only speaking the truth. But if you think my words are too tough tolisten to, I'll keep quiet.” Amelia offered with a shrug.

“How much do you want? State a price. My term is for you to cut all tieswith Carter.”

At that, Amelia spent a long while staring at him.

Just as Oscar thought she would never answer him, she voiced out, “I'msorry, Mr. Clinton. I can't do that.”

The wrath in Oscar dissipated bit by bit until he finally said calmly, “Giveme a reason.”

“I'm working at his company right now and he’s my boss. It's impossiblefor me to cut ties with him even if I wanted to.”

“Quit your job. I'll replace another job for you.”

“I'm sorry. I like my current working environment; my colleagues are allenthusiastic and nice.”

Oscar gritted out, “Do you like him that much?”

“Whatever you say, Mr. Clinton.”

“Amelia, can you not be such a lowly woman?”

Amelia's heart skipped a beat but she forced a nonchalant smile. “Youknow I love money. Why else would I marry you like a lowly woman ifnot for money? Now that we're about to divorce, why won't you let mereplace my next client?”

“Who said I'll be divorcing you?” Oscar glowered.

“Ms. Yard's already pregnant. If you're not in a rush to marry her, Iwonder if you're planning to be a heartless man. Will you let otherslaugh at your kid for being a bastard?”

“When did Cassie...” Get pregnant?

Instead, he swallowed his words and continued, “Regardless ofeverything, you have to stay away from that man. Also, you have noright to stick your nose into my business. In this marriage of ours, I'mthe only one who can announce the end of it.”

In a tranquil tone, Amelia muttered, “Mr. Clinton, I won't be able toagree to it.”

“Amelia Winters. You just want to go against me, don't you?”

“I'm afraid you don't misunderstand my words. I just want to say that I'llbe going to Saspiuburg for an eight-month-long training. It's arrangedby the company. If you want a divorce, it's best to get it within thesefew days; otherwise, you'll have to wait until eight months later.”“You're not allowed to go.”