Too Much to Bear My Love

Oscar was walking in the lead while she followed behind gloomily. Abruptly, she clutched her belly and

wailed, “Mr. Clinton, my belly hurts! It hurts so much!”

Immediately, Oscar whipped his head around and studied her suspiciously. Amelia looked even more

pitifully at him, her voice weakening 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 me earlier. My heart was hurting, so my belly did too. Now that you’re carrying

me, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Oscar’s face darkened, cryptically lowering his head to look at her. “You were pretending?”

She continued leaning on him unabashedly. “Mr. Clinton, don’t be so cold to me. Every time you do, it

hurts here.” She pointed at the left side of her chest.

As soon as Oscar tried to put her down, she clutched onto him like a koala would a tree, whining weakly,

“Mr. Clinton, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t be photographed with anyone else other than you. I shouldn’t

have infuriated you. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me.”

Glancing at her briefly, he carried her into the elevator and pressed their floor before proceeding to

ignore her.

After they entered the apartment, he placed her down and tugged at his necktie. He then entered the

kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, 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 this time. Please forgive me for this once. Don’t be mad

anymore, alright?”

Oscar narrowed his eyes, speaking in a cold voice, “You’ve seen those photos?”

She froze for a second, her face remained unchanging. “It must not be good 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 rouse his sympathy by blinking her

eyes excessively, feigning cuteness.

Oscar merely turned around and went upstairs. Shortly after, a loud slam sounded from the bedroom

door. Like a deflated balloon, Amelia slumped down onto the ground.

Five minutes later, Oscar came downstairs with a manila envelope in hand. Amelia looked at it listlessly.

“Mr. Clinton, are the photographs you 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 of photographs fell out the moment

she opened it—all of which showed a man and a woman she easily recognized. It was no one else other

than Carter 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 an explanation?”

Calming down, she smiled faintly at him. “Mr. Clinton, if I were to say nothing happened between me and

Carter Scott, would you believe me?”

“No.”

She laughed. “Looking at these photographs, I wouldn’t believe me either.”

Oscar went forward and bent slightly, leaving only centimeters between them when he raised a hand to

pinch her chin. “Amelia Winters, are you that desperate? I’ve been pleasing you so passionately. Are you

still so unsatisfied in bed that you had to look for another man? Couldn’t you have 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 believe you?”

You definitely don’t!

She was well aware of his possessiveness. Had these photographs been of Oscar and Cassie, and he

had claimed to be innocent, she wouldn’t have believed him either.

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

“Amelia Winters, did I not satisfy you enough, or was the money I gave you insufficient? Was that why

you were so eager to hook up with another man before you divorced me? Carter Scott may be

handsome and 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 the photograph, he was leaning against

your neck. He kissed you, am I right? 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, women like you have the power to drive

men crazy. But you’re too greedy. You already have me, yet you’re still thinking of another. You should’ve

considered it before you tried to steer two boats at once. There’s always a possibility of sinking at sea.

By then, you’ll be left with nothing.”

Amelia’s heart sank. She was truly afraid that her relationship with Oscar would be over that night with no

possibilities to reconcile.

“Would you do anything for money? The child you’re carrying, is that someone else’s too?” he

questioned coldly. His single sentence felt like a 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 and blood.”

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

Amelia blanched.

Oscar noticed the hurt flashing in her eyes. All of a sudden, he couldn’t bear to continue. But at the

thought of the photographs, his face became even grimmer. He vented his anger with a single harsh bite

on her neck.

“Amelia Winters, am I not good enough to you? Why do you have to look 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?” he said in a lowered voice.

She wanted to stroke his cheek, but he swiftly avoided it as if it irked him. “Don’t touch me! I find you

really filthy right now.”

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

Hearing that, Oscar’s face flushed with indescribable rage. “Amelia Winters, you want a divorce? You’re

going to Carter Scott after the divorce? How daring of you. Other than love, I could offer you anything

else. 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 merit you 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 even getting a divorce. Did she think I

wouldn’t do anything to her?

Oscar dropped his head and kissed her wildly, ravaging her. Amelia tried to shove him off with her hands,

but the more she did, the angrier he got. He was almost pressing her against the couch, his large stature

covering her body, but remained logical enough to avoid her belly.

Five minutes later, Oscar finally released her lips. She resembled a fish who had been washed afloat,

her cheeks pink and panting heavily.

He looked in satisfaction at her flushed cheeks. But at the thought that another man could make her look

the same way as he just did, his face turned bleak once again.

He reached out a hand to wipe at her kissed-swollen lips and said, “If you could be as obedient as you

did today, then I wouldn’t have treated you this way.”