Too Much to Bear, My Love - Season 1 Episode 84

Ignoring Tiffany’s shouting, Oscar took Amelia by her hand to wait for the elevator. Amelia waved to Tiffany and said, “Go in, Tiff. I’ll call you once I’m home.”

Soon after, Amelia was dragged into the elevator.

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

Inside the elevator, Amelia turned to Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, what’s with you 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 cold Oscar was behaving. Why would he come to pick her up yet be so indifferent toward her?

“Mr. Clinton, if you’re angry that my friend was unkind to you, I can apologize 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 be ignorant. “What photographs?”

“I received a parcel at six o’clock. It was a stack of photographs. I want to hear your explanation.”

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

She had never expected Jennifer Larson to be this ruthless. She hadn’t even given her enough time to process before she sent the photos to Oscar Clinton.

At that moment, she truly detested Jennifer. She had no animosity toward her. They didn’t even have any relation to each other. Yet, Jennifer bore a deep grudge toward her, so much so she was planning to destroy her marriage. Amelia couldn’t understand. How did ruining her 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. She feared Oscar would divorce her, and Olivia, who had always doted on her, 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 like you’ve gone overboard for faulting me without finding out the truth?”

“You’ll see when you’re home,” he said simply.

down, and so did Oscar. The car was filled

where their condominium was and found a parking spot. He pulled open his door and got out before momentarily recalling Tiffany’s words. Amelia hadn’t lived

in a

forming into a grin as she undid her

behind gloomily. Abruptly, she clutched her

even more pitifully at him, her voice weakening as she cried, “Mr. Clinton, my

panic, bending down to lift her anxiously. “I’ll take you

“Mr. Clinton, you were ignoring me

cryptically lowering his head to

Clinton, don’t be so cold to me. Every time you do, it hurts here.”

a tree, whining weakly, “Mr. Clinton, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t be photographed with anyone else other

her into the elevator and pressed their

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

narrowed his eyes, speaking in a cold voice, “You’ve seen

a second, her face remained unchanging. “It must not be

his eyes deepened. “At least you have some

Clinton, I’ve always been very self-aware.” She attempted to rouse his sympathy by blinking

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

minutes later, Oscar came downstairs with a manila envelope in hand. Amelia looked at it listlessly. “Mr. Clinton, are the photographs

threw the envelope on the table and said,

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

truly ruthless! Amelia

a close eye on her and

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

“No.”

“Looking at these photographs, I wouldn’t believe me

desperate? I’ve been pleasing you so passionately. Are you still so

I was such a person?” She laughed. “But these photographs I can explain. Carter Scott and

on her chin increased, retorting, “Do you think I believe

You definitely don’t!

his possessiveness. Had these photographs been of Oscar and Cassie, and he had claimed to be

moved closer, their lips faintly brushing against each other. The air

“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.