Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 9


    “If you don’t have any objections to this contract, just sign it. When you sign the divorce contract next


    week, they will truly belong to you,” exined Oscar.


    Amelia ced the contract down and smiled. “You’re so generous, Mr. Clinton. Being your wife is quite


    a happy thing. Don’t worry. I’ll definitely sign the divorce contract next week.”


    “That’s good,” replied Oscar.


    Amelia grinned brightly. “Thank you, Mr. Clinton.”


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    “I still have a meetingter, so I can’t eat with you. Here’s a card. Just get whatever you want to eat,”


    said Oscar as he fished out a card.


    Amelia stood up, grabbed the card, andughed heartily. “I’ll take my leave then. Are youing back


    for dinner? I’ll tell Molly to prepare some food that you like.”


    “I have a business meeting at night.”


    She understood and said, “Okay. I shall leave now.”


    With that, she strode out of the office confidently in her high heels.


    Oscar, who was sitting on the couch, stared at Amelia with aplex gaze. Even after the door closed,


    he did not avert his gaze as if he was deep in thought.


    Amelia left the office. Although everyone was ncing at her gloatingly, she left Clinton Corporations


    without even flinching.


    It was only after she sat in her car that her facade of strength disappeared. She rested her head


    against the steering wheel and sobbed.


    After five minutes, she wiped her tears away resentfully and said through gritted teeth, “Oscar, even


    though all you’ve given me are falsity and insincere affection, I can still lie to myself that you love me.”


    After a long while, Amelia drove out of the parking lot.


    She stopped in front of an apartment that looked slightly old and parked the car. Then, she grabbed the


    car keys and took the elevator up.


    Stopping outside unit number 908, she knocked on the door. “Are you there, Tiff?”


    A momentter, the door opened. A bleary-eyed woman, wearing cartoon pajamas, with disheveled


    hair appeared in front of Amelia.


    “Amelia, I was rushing toplete my draft till three in the morning. I only slept at four! Must youe


    so early? I’m exhausted.” The woman, whom Amelia called Tiff, was actually named Tiffany Winters.


    Despite sharing the samest name, they were not rted at all.


    Amelia walked into the house and changed into her slippers. When she saw the mess inside, her


    mouth twitched. “Tiff, no matter howzy you are, you should still tidy your house. Can you even walk


    in this mess?”


    Tiffany strode into the bedroom nonchntly, copsed on the bed, and fell asleep.


    Amelia shook her head, having no choice but to clean up this house that was so messy that it looked


    like a garbage dump.


    She only finished tidying up after an hour.


    Wiping the sweat away from her forehead, shemented, “Tiffany, you’re so annoying. Why are you so


    lazy?”


    She tossed the rag into the dustbin, washed her hands, and entered the bedroom.


    “Wake up, Tiff. Stop sleeping! I’ve already ordered some takeaways and two cartons of beer. Drink with


    me,” said Amelia.


    Tiffany had no choice but to open her eyes. Still sleepy, she gazed at Amelia and snapped in


    annoyance, “What happened between you and Oscar again?”