Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 3


    Stephanie shrugged and said, “Mom, I’m going out for a while. Someone here’s stinking the air up.”


    With that, she walked out without a care in the world.


    Olivia sighed. “Don’t mind her, Amelia. We’ve spoiled her too much.”


    Smiling, Amelia replied, “She’s only in her mid-twenties, an age where she’s just yful. It’s expected


    that she’ll blurt out the thoughts on her mind.”


    Olivia patted her hand, her affection for Amelia increasing. “Amelia, you’re a good girl. Don’t mind


    Stephanie’s words, okay? As for Cassie, just pretend that she doesn’t exist.”


    Amelia was not foolish enough to ask who Cassie was.


    “Mom, we’re a family. I won’t take her words to heart,” replied Amelia, not bothered by it at all.


    However, she knew that they would not remain as a family for long.


    “I’ve always known that you’re a good girl.” Olivia liked her even more now.


    Amelia chatted with Olivia for the entire afternoon. After lunch, Olivia felt tired and took a nap.


    Meanwhile, Amelia took a stroll outside while Stephanie trailed behind her.


    “Amelia, don’t think that you can be the Clintons’ daughter-inw forever just because my mom likes


    you. My brother still loves Cassie deeply. You should just give up,” mocked Stephanie.


    Amelia gazed at her politely and smiled. “Steph, I don’t know who Cassie is, but you shouldn’t forget


    that I’m your brother’s wife. As long as we’re not divorced, I’m still your sister-inw. So please show


    some respect, will you?”


    Stephanie cast a mocking nce at her. “Sister-inw? I’m sure you’ll no longer be my sister-inw


    soon. Only my mom is kind enough to treat you, a woman who has nothing under her name, as her


    daughter-inw.”


    After a slight pause, she continued, “Stop pretending to be Cindere and dreaming of marrying into a


    wealthy family. Just get a divorce with my brother as soon as possible. Perhaps you could still earn


    yourself a considerable sum ofpensation instead of leaving with nothing in the end.”


    Amelia smiled even more sweetly.


    “Thanks for your reminder. I was going to divorce your brother, but I’ve changed my mind now.” With


    that, Amelia spun around and walked back.


    “You…” Stephanie was seething with fury. “You better not regret it.”


    “Don’t worry. I won’t.” Amelia entered the house without even sparing her a single nce. When she


    walked into the bedroom meant for her and Oscar, her face immediately fell. Her heart ached as if


    someone was gripping it forcefully with a clenched fist.


    It was only after she hugged the soft toy on the bed tightly and sniffed it that the pain subsided.


    She whipped out a phone and made a call. When the call went through, she put on a bright smile and


    said cutely, “Darling, I miss you!”


    Oscar paused for a while before snapping, “Stop fooling around! I’m in a meeting now. Let’s meet at the


    usual ce at nine tonight.”


    Amelia stared at her phone in a daze as the man hung up.


    Even though she had married Oscar for four years, they barely shared their true feelings with each


    other. In fact, it had never happened.


    Oscar had only treated her as a materialistic woman who loved money.


    Amelia spent the entire day at the Clinton residence. After eating dinner with Olivia at night, she drove


    back to her home with Oscar in the city center.


    Returning to the apartment, she ced her bag down and meticulously chose her outfit for tonight’s


    date. What Oscar referred to by their usual meeting ce was only a five-star hotel they frequently


    visited.


    Although she knew that Oscar did not love her, she did not want to show him her pathetic side.


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    Amelia arrived punctually at the hotel at nine o’clock. The moment she opened the door of the


    presidential suite, someone forcefully pinned her against the wall. Stuck between the wall and a man’s


    broad chest, she sniffed his familiar scent and chuckled.


    “Mr. Clinton, aren’t you going to ask me if I angered Mom when I visited her?”


    Oscar merely nced at her and replied emotionlessly, “Mom has a good impression of you. She


    called me earlier and told me to treat you nicely.”


    “Really? Then how could you bully me all the time?”