Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 17
As Amelia carefully blow-dried Oscar’s hair, running her hand through it, she was hit by a bout of
nostalgia. After all, this was their routine in the first two years of their marriage. Sadly, such interactions
had be hard toe by in thest two years.
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Amelia did cherish these little, tender moments. However, she couldn’t look past the fact that Oscar
had fallen for someone else. Despite her continued efforts, he just didn’t seem to care.
“Mr. Clinton, I’ve heard that men with coarse hair dote on their wives. What a lucky woman Ms. Yard
would be when you marry her,” Amelia remarked.
Oscar, who had been enjoying being pampered, simply asked, “Why would you say that?”
“It was just a passing thought.” Amelia chuckled.
“Are you jealous?”
Amelia ced the hairdryer down and wrapped herself around Oscar’s neck, taking in his scent. “Do I
have the right to be jealous?”
“What do you think?” Oscar asked, lifting her chin.
Tears immediately welled up in Amelia’s eyes. “You only have eyes for Ms. Yard now. Even if I said I
was jealous, you’d probably find me a nuisance, wouldn’t you?”
Oscar promptly let go of her chin and pushed her away. The coldness returned to his eyes. “I’m d
you understand. As long as you don’t cause any trouble, I promise you your rightful share after our
divorce.”
Ameliay in bed and smiled. “Mr. Clinton, you’re far too generous with your money. No wonder so
many women havee and gone, and yet, no one has had anyints. Money really makes the
world go round.”
Oscar shot her a look. “Let’s just sleep.”
Amelia scooted into his embrace, just like how they used to be when they were a real couple.
Oscar patted her on her shoulders and muttered, “Sleep now. Stop worrying yourself sick.”
Oscar drifted off to sleep very easily, but Amelia remained wide awake. She looked up at him and
whispered, “As long as you still have an ounce of love for me, I will not willingly bow out of this crazy
love triangle. I am clearly your wife, and yet I have to make way for this other woman who has hurt you
in the past? How magnanimous must you be to think she’spletely innocent?”
Oscar continued to snore away.
Amelia closed her eyes. Oscar Clinton, Cassie Yard isn’t as innocent as you think. I’d hate to see you
get hurt by her again. But no matter what I say, nothing will get through to you.
If Oscar had be a thorn in Amelia’s side, that would make Cassie the deadly poppy to Oscar. The
deadlier the poison, the sweeter it was, and Oscar was there top it all up.
At the end of the day, Cassie won him over because she was better at pretending to be weak and
pitiful.
The next morning, Amelia was up before seven. She padded over to the bathroom for a quick shower
before donning on a shirt. Molly had gone back to visit her son and grandson, so Amelia was in charge
of making today’s breakfast.
She cooked some oatmeal, fried up two sunny-side-up eggs, and prepared two other side dishes. What
a lovely breakfast to look forward to.
Having been with Oscar for four years, Amelia knew his food preferences very well. He enjoyed various
cuisines, but nothing could beat the taste of a home-cooked meal. He’d frequent ssy, fine dining
restaurants for work, but he’d bring her to family-style restaurants when he was with her. She used to
tease Oscar for having such contrasting sides to him. He was the heir to Clinton Corporations, for
crying out loud! No one would dare to mock him even if they knew he frequented family restaurants.
And besides, there was nothing wrong with these restaurants. Family restaurants serve delicious and
affordable foods. Everyone should be so happy to have a taste of them.
Oscar had once exined, “It isn’t about the food. It’s a style that the rich and aplished adopt.”
She remembered rolling her eyes at that. The more sessful they are, the more insufferable they
be.