Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 43

Oscar turned around to examine Amelia’s now wet body, her dress clinging to her skin, highlighting her figure. His pupils dilated and he let out a low growl. He could feel the blood rushing to his nether regions.

Amelia noticed the change in his eyes. She smiled confidently and said, “Darling, you may not like me as a person, but you can’t seem to resist my body.”

Oscar took her in his arms and kissed her, pinning her against the wall. As their bodies meld into one, the pair then let their desires get the better of them.

An hour later, Oscar carried Amelia out of the shower and placed her gently onto the bed. He looked at her uncovered protruding belly and frowned. “Amelia, let’s go to the hospital.”

Amelia, who was already dozing off, was awakened by Oscar’s words. She looked at him. “Darling, what do you mean?”

“Why does your belly seem to be getting bigger? We should go get it checked.” Oscar was not stupid. He had been suspicious of her growing belly.

Amelia’s heart skipped a beat. She smiled at him seductively. “Are you suspecting that I’m with child, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar nodded.

“If I am really pregnant, will you insist on an abortion?”

Oscar hesitated. As Amelia’s heart began to sink, he replied, “You can give birth to the child, but if we do get a divorce in the future, the child stays with the Clintons.”

Amelia was taken aback. She smiled and said, “If I give birth to a son for your family, do I get more benefits when we get a divorce?”

Oscar said, “If you give birth to a son, I’ll give you an extra ten million when we get divorced. It will be your compensation for severing all ties with the child.”

Amelia was unfazed. She simply walked over to the cupboard, put on a dress, and went back to the bed. She looked at Oscar and smiled. “Mr. Clinton, you’ve always been generous to your women. I’m heartened and thankful that you’re still willing to treat your possible ex-wife so well. It’s a pity that I’m really not pregnant. But if you’re really worried, we can go to the hospital.”

Oscar still had his doubts. “Are you really not pregnant?”

“If you don’t believe me, we can just get it checked to quell your suspicions.”

Oscar shook his head. “I’ll take your word for it.”

Amelia laughed. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading over to Tiff’s and may not be back tonight.”

Amelia pecked him on the cheek. “Bye, Mr. Clinton. I’ve satisfied your needs, so don’t miss me too much tonight. Well, if you can’t take it, feel free to meet Ms. Yard, although I just have one condition. Please don’t bring her back here. I don’t want the smell of other women in our house.”

Oscar grabbed her as she was about to leave. “Are you really not coming back tonight?”

She shook her head. “Be a good boy and don’t miss me too much.”

She then freed herself from his grasp and drove straight to Tiffany’s place.

Over at Tiffany’s, Amelia made herself at home and got herself a drink from the fridge. She barely took a sip when the drink was taken away.

Amelia looked at Tiffany strangely. “What’s wrong, Tiff?”

Tiffany handed her a glass of warm milk. “You’re pregnant, drink this instead. You shouldn’t be drinking cold drinks anymore.”

Amelia took the cup and sat on the couch, looking troubled.

Tiffany sat beside her. “What’s the matter?”

Amelia took a sip of the milk then replied softly, “The Clintons are suspecting that I’m pregnant.”

Tiffany was not surprised. She replied calmly, “You’re almost five months pregnant and your belly is already showing. Even though your skinny frame makes it less obvious, only a fool can’t tell that you’re pregnant. The fact that the Clintons haven’t actually brought you to the hospital yet shows how much they trust you.”

Amelia fell silent. Of course, she knew that.

Tiffany continued, “You won’t be able to hide your belly anymore in another month. When the time comes, you’ll only have two choices. You can either give birth to the child, wait for the divorce and lose custody of the child, or you can go for an abortion. You won’t like the outcome no matter what. Just make a choice now. You’ve been talking about the divorce for the past two months but nothing has happened until now.”

Amelia was equally distraught. She said, “It was Oscar who brought up the divorce back then, but now he’s the one saying he doesn’t want a divorce anymore. We’ve been married for four years but I still don’t know what’s on his mind. His way of thinking is really strange, even I can’t figure him out.”

“What do you think then?”

“As long as he actually has feelings for me, I’m willing to do anything to deal with Cassie. Unfortunately… I think it’s not worth it to change myself for a man who doesn’t love me back.”

Tiffany moved closer. “So, what then?”

Amelia shook her head helplessly. “I don’t know.”

“What do the Clintons have to say?”