Too Much to Bear, My Love
Chapter 84

Ignoring Tiffany's shouting, Oscar took Amelia by her hand to wait forthe elevator. Amelia waved to Tiffany and said, “Go in, Tiff. I'll call youonce I'm home.”

Soon after, Amelia was dragged into the elevator.

Tiffany grumbled to herself, “What a tasteless man. Someday you'lldefinitely be begging me on your knees.”

Inside the elevator, Amelia turned to Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, what's withyou today? It's as if you've eaten gunpowder for dinner.”

He said nothing, merely staring at her indifferently.

Amelia had a hard time wrapping her head around how hot and coldOscar was behaving. Why would he come to pick her up yet be soindifferent toward her?

“Mr. Clinton, if you're angry that my friend was unkind to you, I canapologize on her behalf,” Amelia suggested.

He took a quick look at her. “What's with those photographs?”Though her heart skipped, she did a great job pretending to beignorant. “What photographs?”

“I received a parcel at six o'clock. It was a stack of photographs. I wantto hear your explanation.”

In an instant, she felt like a large cloud was hovering above her, aboutto unleash a flood of rain over her head. It felt ominous.

She had never expected Jennifer Larson to be this ruthless. She hadn'teven given her enough time to process before she sent the photos toOscar Clinton.

At that moment, she truly detested Jennifer. She had no animositytoward her. They didn't even have any relation to each other. Yet,Jennifer bore a deep grudge toward her, so much so she was planningto destroy her marriage. Amelia couldn't understand. How did ruiningher marriage benefitted Jennifer?

“Are the photographs related to me?” Amelia continued pretending.Oscar stared at her fervently without a word

Amelia's heart was racing. Oscar's silence was making her uneasy. Shefeared Oscar would divorce her, and Olivia, who had always doted onher, would be disappointed if she'd seen the photos.

Amelia truly hated Jennifer then. She and Carter Scott were innocent,yet they had to suffer through such injustice.

“Mr. Clinton, I didn't even get to see those photos. Don't you feel likeyou've gone overboard for faulting me without replaceing out the truth?”“You'll see when you're home,” he said simply.

Amelia quietened down, and so did Oscar. The car was filled with aheavy silence.

About half an hour later, Oscar drove into the neighborhood wheretheir condominium was and found a parking spot. He pulled open hisdoor and got out before momentarily recalling Tiffany's words. Ameliahadn't lived an easy life. Even if she was heartbroken, she'd still wear asmile in front of him. Hence, he halted his steps.

“Let's go,” he muttered in a rare, gentle voice.

Amelia was shocked, her mouth forming into a grin as she undid herseatbelt and exited the car.

Oscar was walking in the lead while she followed behind gloomily.Abruptly, she clutched her belly and wailed, “Mr. Clinton, my bellyhurts! It hurts so much!”

Immediately, Oscar whipped his head around and studied hersuspiciously. Amelia looked even more pitifully at him, her voiceweakening as she cried, “Mr. Clinton, my belly hurts.”

It was then Oscar began to panic, bending down to lift her anxiously.“I'll take you to the hospital.”

Amelia suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck flirtatiously,leaning her head against his chest. “Mr. Clinton, you were ignoring meearlier. My heart was hurting, so my belly did too. Now that you'recarrying me, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Oscar's face darkened, cryptically lowering his head to look at her. “Youwere pretending?”

She continued leaning on him unabashedly. “Mr. Clinton, don’t be socold to me. Every time you do, it hurts here.” She pointed at the leftside of her chest.

As soon as Oscar tried to put her down, she clutched onto him like akoala would a tree, whining weakly, “Mr. Clinton, it's all my fault. Ishouldn't be photographed with anyone else other than you. Ishouldn't have infuriated you. It's all my fault. Please forgive me.”Glancing at her briefly, he carried her into the elevator and pressedtheir floor before proceeding to ignore her.

After they entered the apartment, he placed her down and tugged athis necktie. He then entered the kitchen and poured himself a glass ofwater, his heart feeling exceptionally frustrated. When he came out,Amelia jumped on him once more with no fear of any consequences.She whined pitifully and coquettishly, “Mr. Clinton, I'm really wrong thistime. Please forgive me for this once. Don't be mad anymore, alright?”Oscar narrowed his eyes, speaking in a cold voice, “You've seen thosephotos?”

She froze for a second, her face remained unchanging. “It must not begood if it could make you this mad. Therefore, I'll apologize first.”

The coldness in his eyes deepened. “At least you have some self-awareness.”

“Mr. Clinton, I've always been very self-aware.” She attempted to rousehis sympathy by blinking her eyes excessively, feigning cuteness.Oscar merely turned around and went upstairs. Shortly after, a loudslam sounded from the bedroom door. Like a deflated balloon, Ameliaslumped down onto the ground.

Five minutes later, Oscar came downstairs with a manila envelope inhand. Amelia looked at it listlessly. “Mr. Clinton, are the photographsyou mentioned in there?”

He threw the envelope on the table and said, “Take a look yourself.”She hesitated for a second before reaching for the envelope. A stack ofphotographs fell out the moment she opened it—all of which showed aman and a woman she easily recognized. It was no one else other thanCarter Scott and herself.

Jennifer Larson, you're truly ruthless! Amelia cursed in her heart.

Oscar kept a close eye on her and said, “Aren't you gonna give me anexplanation?”

Calming down, she smiled faintly at him. “Mr. Clinton, if I were to saynothing happened between me and Carter Scott, would you believeme?"

"No."

She laughed. “Looking at these photographs, I wouldn't believe meeither.”

Oscar went forward and bent slightly, leaving only centimeters betweenthem when he raised a hand to pinch her chin. “Amelia Winters, are youthat desperate? I've been pleasing you so passionately. Are you still sounsatisfied in bed that you had to look for another man? Couldn't youhave been less depraved? You even hooked up with your boss.”Amelia's heart ached for a moment, yet her face remained neutral. “Mr.Clinton, didn’t you already know I was such a person?” She laughed.“But these photographs I can explain. Carter Scott and I are innocent.Do you believe me?”

Oscar's grip on her chin increased, retorting, “Do you think I believeyou?"

You definitely don't!

She was well aware of his possessiveness. Had these photographs beenof Oscar and Cassie, and he had claimed to be innocent, she wouldn'thave believed him either.

Oscar moved closer, their lips faintly brushing against each other. Theair he exhaled tickled her face.

"Amelia Winters, did I not satisfy you enough, or was the money I gaveyou insufficient? Was that why you were so eager to hook up withanother man before you divorced me? Carter Scott may be handsomeand outstanding, but can he satisfy you in bed as I can?"

Her heart felt like it was being slashed by a knife, hurting tremendously.Oscar released her chin, his hand slowly moving to her neck. “In thephotograph, he was leaning against your neck. He kissed you, am Iright? I see that you were enjoying it. You like him, don’t you?”

Amelia stiffened, unsure of what to say.

Leaning toward her neck, he bit on it slightly. “Amelia Winters, womenlike you have the power to drive men crazy. But you're too greedy. Youalready have me, yet you're still thinking of another. You should'veconsidered it before you tried to steer two boats at once. There'salways a possibility of sinking at sea. By then, you'll be left withnothing.”

Amelia's heart sank. She was truly afraid that her relationship withOscar would be over that night with no possibilities to reconcile.“Would you do anything for money? The child you're carrying, is thatsomeone else's too?” he questioned coldly. His single sentence felt likea knife stabbing into her heart. She looked at him incredulously. “Mr.Clinton, you can call me a slut, but you can’t deny your own flesh andblood.”

“You've hooked up with so many men. Do you think I'd believe the childis mine?”

Amelia blanched.

Oscar noticed the hurt flashing in her eyes. All of a sudden, he couldn'tbear to continue. But at the thought of the photographs, his facebecame even grimmer. He vented his anger with a single harsh bite onher neck.

“Amelia Winters, am I not good enough to you? Why do you have tolook for other men?” That was about all the things he could say.Amelia's eyes reddened, staring at him with hurt in her eyes. “Mr.Clinton, will you believe me this once?”

“The photographs are here. How do you expect me to believe you?” hesaid in a lowered voice.

She wanted to stroke his cheek, but he swiftly avoided it as if it irkedhim. “Don’t touch me! I replace you really filthy right now.”

Her legs trembled slightly, chuckling bitterly. “Since you replace me filthy,let's get a divorce.”

Hearing that, Oscar's face flushed with indescribable rage. “AmeliaWinters, you want a divorce? You're going to Carter Scott after thedivorce? How daring of you. Other than love, I could offer you anythingelse. You wanted money, and I gave you money. I made you my wife,and yet you couldn't even give me your untainted body. The only merityou had has been given to someone else. What else do I need you for?”This woman has such guts. She's found the next target before evengetting a divorce. Did she think I wouldn't do anything to her?

Oscar dropped his head and kissed her wildly, ravaging her. Ameliatried to shove him off with her hands, but the more she did, the angrierhe got. He was almost pressing her against the couch, his large staturecovering her body, but remained logical enough to avoid her belly.Five minutes later, Oscar finally released her lips. She resembled a fishwho had been washed afloat, her cheeks pink and panting heavily.

He looked in satisfaction at her flushed cheeks. But at the thought thatanother man could make her look the same way as he just did, his faceturned bleak once again.

He reached out a hand to wipe at her kissed-swollen lips and said, “Ifyou could be as obedient as you did today, then I wouldn't havetreated you this way.”