Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 40

Cassie did not know what June was thinking about. After exiting the hotel, she closed her eyes to enjoy the breeze as she thought, June can still blackmail me. If he uploads it on the internet, not only will my reputation suffer, but I’m afraid Oscar won’t love me anymore.

No. I’ve spent far too long to finally know which man truly treats me well. Back then I was too young, and that’s why I betrayed Oscar once. Now, I won’t let Oscar go anymore.

The relationships she had with other men were not long-lasting; Oscar was the only one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. There was no way she was going to let Oscar go anymore.

After taking in a deep breath, she took out her phone to dial the number she memorized by heart. Once the call went through, she sobbed, “Oz, is that you? I’m feeling down. Can you come and keep me company for a while?”

To her surprise, Oscar was not the one who picked up the call; it was Amelia. “I’m sorry, Ms. Yard. I’m Amelia, his wife. I think you should call someone else if you’re feeling down. It’s best not to pine for a man with a wife. You’re from a wealthy family, so I’m sure no one in your family has taught you to become someone’s mistress, right?”

Cassie paled. As there was no one around her, she dropped the act. “Where’s Oscar? Why do you have his phone?”

Amelia chuckled. “Ms. Yard, that’s funny. Oscar’s my husband. If I don’t have his phone, who else would? Ms. Yard, if there’s nothing else—good day.”

“Get Oscar to pick up the call.”

“He’s in the shower.”

“Tell him about the call when he comes out.”

“Ms. Yard, are you drunk? Are you asking me, his wife, to ask her husband to call you? I think you’re a little too naive for your age, Ms. Yard.”

“Amelia, you’d better not push your luck. Don’t assume that I don’t know Oscar and you had a marital agreement. You’ll be divorcing him soon. Stop hoarding a title that doesn’t belong to you.”

“So what if it’s a marriage with a contract? I’m his wife right now. Once I’m pregnant with his baby, Ms. Yard, there’ll be no place for you in our family.”

Cassie’s expression darkened.

“Amelia, aren’t you afraid that I’ll tell Oscar what you said?”

“The Ms. Yard I know likes to pretend to be innocent and weak, so I don’t think she’ll talk behind people’s backs. After all, she’s the kind who tries her best to leave a good impression on guys. No woman who likes to talk behind others’ backs will be liked by men.”

At that, Cassie ended the call.

Amelia stared at her dimming screen, a sneer emerging on her face. “How wild mistresses are nowadays. I can’t believe she’s actually confronting the actual wife and thinks she’s right. How shameless.”

Then, Amelia deleted the call history and leaned back against the headboard as she read her novel. When Oscar came out from the bathroom in a robe, she put down her book. Noticing how damp his hair was, she pulled open the drawer and took out a hairdryer.

“Come here. I’ll dry your hair for you.”

Hearing her, Oscar walked over.

As she dried his hair for him, she asked, “Mr. Clinton, you weren’t out today for business matters, were you?”

As he enjoyed her gentle actions, he replied truthfully, “I went to meet Cassie.”

“Mr. Clinton, you’re quite honest. Aren’t you afraid that I’ll feel upset hearing that?” Amelia murmured.

“You’ve already known about Cassie before we got married. Why would you feel upset?” Oscar replied nonchalantly.

For a moment, Amelia paused in her tracks. With a quiet, bitter laugh, she thought, This must be the difference between love and not.

Instantly, the atmosphere turned tense.

Amelia was about to put away the hairdryer after drying his hair when he grabbed her hand and asked, “Are you unhappy?”

Amelia gave him a smile. “Do you even care about that, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar furrowed his brows. He hated when she was sarcastic. To him, his pet should be obedient, not talking back to the owner.

“What’s with that tone?”

Amelia glanced at his hand and muttered, “Mr. Clinton, could you let go of my hand first? You’re hurting me.”

After letting go of her, he questioned, “Tell me. Why are you unhappy?”

“Mr. Clinton, you always talk about another woman in front of your wife. Do you think I’d be happy?”

Oscar frowned.

“Have you fallen in love with me?”

With a smile that did not quite reach her eyes, Amelia answered, “Mr. Clinton, this has nothing to do with love. This is about possessiveness. No pretty woman would like to hear a man praising the beauty of another woman in her face.”

Casting her an odd glance, Oscar asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

His words sent a pang of agony to Amelia’s heart. He’s really hurting me with the love I have for him.

“It’s getting late. Let’s sleep,” she said instead. Pulling the blanket higher, she shut her eyes and ignored him.

However, Oscar turned her around and persisted, “What’s wrong with you? You’re being sarcastic.”

Amelia shook her head.

“Just assume that I’m on my period so I’m in a bad mood.”

“Isn’t your period supposed to come in ten more days? Has it started earlier?”

Amelia’s eyes flew open, and she shot a frustrated glare at him. “You’re smart when you’re in negotiations, but aren’t you good at pretending to be a fool when you’re around me?”

Oscar’s brows knitted into a knot.