Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 235 Revenge Is A Dish

“Stephanie, you’re insane,” Amelia shouted. “Your brother and I love each other. How could you subject Tony to live in a broken family that is lacking love at such a young age?” Amelia asked Stephanie resentfully.

Stephanie shrugged. “Amelia, you think too highly of yourself. Whether or not Oscar loves you, I can’t tell. What I do know is that you are still clinging to him. Sure, Tony’s cute. I love my little nephew too, but it is such a pity for him to have a shameless wh*re for a mother. It’s for Oscar and his sake that I’m kicking you out of the Clinton family.”

Amelia felt certain that she would never be able to come to a compromise with Stephanie.

“Stephanie, you will pay for the things that you have done one of these days. I don’t think the Clintons would be able to protect you your entire life. It would be prudent for you to do a little soul searching and beg for forgiveness while you still can,” Amelia advised sincerely.

Stephanie scoffed. “Amelia, you’d better start thinking of how’re going to explain yourself to my brother,” she jeered. “I’ve already sent the photos of you and Carter embracing to Oscar. What do you think his reaction will be when he sees them?”

Amelia felt her heart stop for several seconds at Stephanie’s threat. The hatred for her sister-in-law had never felt as intense as it did at that moment. Things were only beginning to look slightly better for her and Oscar when Stephanie had stepped in to ensure its demise.

What heinous crime have I committed to cause everybody to sabotage my marriage?

“Stephanie, I hate you. And I never say this lightly.” Amelia glared at her through gritted teeth. Without another word, she turned around and descended the stairs.

Amelia extracted her phone and proceeded to call Oscar. Due to anxiety, she had repeatedly dialed the wrong number and was on the verge of tears at each wrong attempt.

At last, she had dialed it correctly. It rang for a long time before she was being directed to leave a voicemail.

Panicking, Amelia hung up and tried again to no avail.

She did not try anymore. Instead, she opted to drive out of the Clinton residence, away from the source of her shame and ridicule.

She drove recklessly as if to leave all of her problems behind. Oscar had returned her call when she was almost in the city.

“Oz, why didn’t you pick up earlier?” Amelia demanded. “Are you angry? I’m telling you, the photographs are not what it looks like! I can explain. There’s nothing going on between me and Carter.”

“Honey, calm down,” Oscar said gently. “What photographs? What happened with Carter? Is he clinging on to you again?” Amelia heard the menacing noise of Oscar’s teeth gritting against one another.

was stunned. This was not a reaction that she had been

still there?”

regained her senses. “You didn’t see the photos?”

you do something you shouldn’t have?” Oscar teased, as he let out a

I’m heading to the

at noon,” said Oscar apologetically. “I called you back because I saw that you called me earlier repeatedly. After we

with forced enthusiasm after

you tonight, then. I’m going to the meeting room now. Don’t overexert yourself if you aren’t fully recovered. I want you to think of me all day today and not look at other men, or I’d be very jealous. And you mustn’t say the names of other men when you’re with me, you know how petty I get. Do you understand?” Oscar instructed. Amelia could not tell if he was

after hanging up, she remained in

for the angry sound of horns behind her, she would have remained all day before the

photographs. Though it seemed like there was nothing going on at Oscar’s end, Amelia still felt suspicious. She was certain

as they were husband and wife after all.

marriage which was strong enough to withstand the seeds of doubt caused

marriage with Oscar very much. Every second in his company was a blessing. Due to the accident, she had understood the fragility of human life which was so easily extinguishable in the blink of an eye. She did not want there to be any doubt or suspicions between them, as it was the worst problem

she had been driving around in circles on autopilot as she succumbed to her thoughts. Finally regaining

building which housed her husband’s company,

gaze upon her as

confined in her car, paralyzed by her insecurity as she stared across the road at Clinton

at the top floor of the skyscraper, Oscar was feeling far from the cheerful demeanor he had put on while on the phone with his wife earlier. With a stony countenance, his thumb brushed across the screen to ascertain that the characters within the photographs

of her since the day of the accident. He would have been able to endure whatever lines she crossed as long as she did not wind up on the operating table again like that time. Only people who had to wrestle with the possibility of one’s loved one departing from this world could truly understand

being embraced by another man, he felt resentful as to why she was not prepared when she knew perfectly that she was about to face a man with known intentions toward her. Even worse, she had been embraced at the Clinton residence, of all places. He shuddered to imagine the rumors it would bring if the servants

wife was known to him, he had no doubt that Stephanie would not rest until she had

gazed at the couple in the photo. They were the type of calm that preceded a violent storm. He felt that he had been overly indulgent of Stephanie for her

a number. When the call went through, he spoke immediately. “Stephanie, it’s me. Let’s meet in Room 209

he promptly hung

in,” Oscar ordered, rearranging his features back to his usual

strode in. “Mr. Clinton,