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.”

for a while, with

prepared a cake for me as well and I’d

you say you’re the birthday girl and I’m

smile was radiant.

to Tiffany’s neighborhood. He parked the car and

Oscar standing next to Amelia. Amelia merely smiled and said, “I’ll

them into her

Oscar, “Mr. Clinton, I hope

nonplussed at Tiffany’s sarcasm as he surveyed

today. Please don’t make any funny comments for my

she looked displeased, she quickly brightened up and said, “I wonder what momentous occasion has brought you all the way to my house, Mr. Clinton. Please don’t tell me that you

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

and said,

table. It wasn’t a big cake but the design was incredibly intricate. There was a photo of her on the cake along with a message that read: Happy birthday, Amelia! Stay elegant

cake was decorated with a variety of

in two more hours. Make

Amelia nodded.

the simplest birthday party I’ve ever joined. Oscar stared at Amelia as she made

astronomical. I’ve 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

treated her like a toy. I play with her when I’m happy and throw her aside when I’m not. Every gift I’ve given her is something my secretary prepared. I called her a gold-digger who’s obsessed with branded goods, but I don’t even really

cake, Oscar doubted if he’d ever truly understood Amelia. She claims to love money and branded

Oscar felt uncertain.

man like you has prepared for her.” Tiffany’s sarcastic voice brought

surely be a diamond ring or a branded handbag. Jeez,

face clouded over.

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

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

before continuing in an exasperated

says I don’t like branded handbags and clothes? They’re such lavish items; other women would

while Oscar seemed deep in

diamond ring and necklace I got for you?” Oscar

choked on the piece of cake she was swallowing and started coughing. Both Oscar and

her a glass of

glass of water and took

patted her back gently and chided her, “How could you choke on a

lips and asked uncomfortably, “Feeling