Too Much to Bear My Love

Amelia looked at Oscar and asked, “Mr. Clinton, what’s wrong?”

Oscar replied, “There’s too many people here.”

Amelia took his hand and started swinging it like a love-struck idiot. She laughingly commented, “Mr. Clinton, you negotiate with people every day and handles accounts in the millions. I didn’t know you’d be scared of crowds.”

“I’m not scared of crowds; I just don’t like them. It’s noisy.”

Amelia held his hand more firmly and laughed. “Mr. Clinton, I’m sorry you have to suffer through the crowds today, but I’m the birthday girl and you promised to spend the whole day with me.”

Oscar pinched her nose lightly. “I’ve been neglecting you all this while; I’m making it up to you now for my past actions.”

Amelia chuckled. Though she knew Oscar’s affectionate behavior was but a temporary change, she was willing to indulge herself in his attentiveness.

“Mr. Clinton, thank you for today. This is the first time in our four years of marriage that you’ve acted like a real husband.”

Oscar glanced at her and asked in a puzzled tone, “Did I not treat you well in the past? I’ve been giving you a sizable allowance and I’ve always asked my secretary to buy you anything that you fancy. I’m not too sure if other rich men would be so kind to their toys.”

Amelia pursed her lips. “Mr. Clinton, like you said, you’ve treated me like a toy in the past. Today though, you’re treating me like a wife. And as a wife, of course, I’m happy when you’re being a romantic.”

Oscar pondered her words.

Amelia lifted her head and glanced at him. “It’s okay, Mr. Clinton. Just take my words with a pinch of salt. After tonight, we’ll be back to being contractors in a transactional relationship. There will be nothing more to it.”

Displeasure flashed across Oscar’s eyes.

“Amelia, do you not trust me?”

“Mr. Clinton, this is not a matter of trust. Your heart belongs to someone else”—as if to make her point, she pointed to his heart—”and no amount of effort is going to let me change that. It’s much easier if we just treat this as a contract.”

Oscar fell silent.

He appraised Amelia’s unusually calm demeanor, an indescribable emotion taking hold of him—an impulsive urge to pull her into his arms and say that he would not divorce her. But just as he lifted his arms, an image of Cassie flashed across his mind, washing away that feeling.

At that moment, Amelia’s phone started ringing. It was Tiffany.

“Tiff,” Amelia answered.

“Happy birthday, Babe! I was rushing a deadline yesterday and I almost forgot to send you a wish on your birthday. Come over, I’ve prepared a birthday cake for you.” Tiffany’s cheerful voice came through the receiver.

Amelia smiled. “Okay, I’ll be over in a jiff.”

while, with

really liked it. Tiff’s prepared a cake for me as well and

the birthday girl and I’m not to leave your

smile was radiant. “Okay, let’s

neighborhood. He parked the car and together they went

standing next to Amelia. Amelia merely smiled and

them into her

her arms and addressed Oscar, “Mr. Clinton, I hope you don’t mind

sarcasm as he surveyed her modest

birthday today. Please don’t make any funny comments

said, “I wonder what momentous occasion has brought you all the way to my house,

and changed the topic. “Tiff, didn’t you say you got me a birthday cake and presents? Where are

said, “They’re in the living

room and saw a two-tier cake on the table. It wasn’t a big cake but the design was incredibly intricate. There was a photo

with a variety

be over in two more

Amelia nodded.

birthday with both Tiffany and Oscar. This is the simplest birthday party I’ve ever joined. Oscar stared at Amelia as she made her birthday wish, her features illuminated by the candles. He

been married to this woman for four years yet I’ve never once put in the effort to celebrate her birthday with her. If I happened to be in a good mood, I would only get my secretary to get her a branded handbag or some cosmetics. A house maybe, with

I’ve given her is something my secretary prepared. I called

small cake, Oscar doubted if he’d ever truly

Oscar felt uncertain.

Clinton, it’s Amelia’s birthday today. I wonder what gift a wealthy man like you has prepared for her.” Tiffany’s sarcastic voice brought him out of his

guess. For someone as rich as you, the gift must surely be a diamond ring or

clouded over. “What do you

smiled, though the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Mr. Clinton, for someone with two doctorates and exemplary academic results,

and said softly, “Tiff, that’s too much. I’m going to be

before continuing in an exasperated

on her face. “Mr. Clinton and I are merely in a contractual marriage; how can you expect him to treat me like a real husband? Also, who says I don’t

even more exasperated, while Oscar seemed deep in

ring and necklace

and

her a glass of water. “Here, take a

water and took a big sip

choke on a piece of cake? You’ve always been so careless it’s

pursed his lips and asked uncomfortably, “Feeling better