Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 85

Amelia merely looked at him blankly.

Oscar lowered his head and bit her lips to the point it bled. “Or do you prefer this?”

Despair replaced the blankness in her gaze. Her lips moved, yet nothing came out of it in the end.

From Carter Scott to Oscar Clinton, she’d only ever been in love with those two men. Carter had appeared during her innocent years. Back then, he fulfilled her fantasy of a prince charming. At that tender age, which girl wouldn’t wish for a prince to rescue her from the abyss of suffering? It was then that Carter Scott appeared.

At that time, she only dared to have a crush on him. Even though Carter had hinted at her several times, she never had the courage to make the first move. The difference between them hadn’t been insignificant. Although everyone said they looked compatible with their appearance, the contrast between their family background discouraged her. They hovered around each other for years until her graduation, and she entered the Scott Group with his help. Perhaps without his family’s interference, she could’ve gotten together with him. But what’s happened had happened. Many years passed. She and Carter could no longer return to how they were before.

Even if she were to divorce Oscar, it was impossible between Carter and her. She couldn’t get out of that hurdle as too many things had happened. The damage between them was irreparable.

Amelia was feeling complicated inside. To say she wasn’t feeling bitter would be lying. She hadn’t even reached thirty years old, yet had experienced so many things that people her age hadn’t.

If it wasn’t for the little one in her belly, she probably would have collapsed. She might also move to an isolated small town and end her life after divorcing Oscar.

In a trance, Amelia’s eyes reddened and tears flowed down her cheeks.

Looking at her tears, Oscar’s heart ached. But at the thought that she could be crying for the man in the photograph, his heartache turned into irritability and anger.

He wiped the tears with his thumb and said, “Why are you crying?”

Amelia looked at him through her tear-filled eyes, her voice croaking. “Would you feel sorry for me when I cry?”

“No.” At least not now.

His words made her feel slightly hopeless. She smiled bitterly. “You’re straightforward as always, Mr. Clinton.”

Pinching her chin, he said, “Don’t change the subject. Be honest. When did you hook up with Carter Scott?”

She glanced at him briefly and decided to go all out. “Mr. Clinton is aware of that fact that I love money, right? Whoever gives me money, I’ll give them my body. It just so happens Carter Scott has money. How could I let such a good opportunity slip away?”

Oscar’s eyes were burning in rage, his grip on her chin tightening. “Amelia Winters, you’re the most repulsive woman I’ve ever met,” he spat out coldly.

“Thank you for your praise.”

“If the photos had been sent to my parents, remember to explain to my mom clearly. I don’t want you to pollute her ears on top of dirtying her eyes,” Oscar ordered, moving away from her body.

Amelia asked in distress, “You sent the photos to them?”

“They’re my parents, for God’s sake. I’m not that vile. I wouldn’t want the whole world to know I’ve been made a cuckold either.”

Amelia knew, if Olivia and Owen were to receive the photographs, it could only be the work of Jennifer Larson.

She dropped her head and concealed the emotions in her eyes. “I’ll explain the photographs to your mom.”

“In this family, mom is the one who truly dotes on you. Don’t upset her.”

A trace of guilt flashed in Amelia’s eyes. She had the urge to explain herself. She had been misunderstood too many times. She didn’t want Oscar to continue misunderstanding her nor Olivia to view her as an unrestrained woman.

If the photographs were sent to the Clintons, she feared it would cause a huge wave.

One wrong step, and she could really be thrown out of the Clintons. It wasn’t as if she wanted to cling onto them. She merely didn’t want to be kicked out in such a pathetic way.

Having mixed feelings, Amelia stood from up the couch and walked toward Oscar. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and said, “Mr. Clinton, listen to me. It really isn’t what you think. Please believe me.”

Oscar shook off her hands and pushed her away. He turned around and regarded her coldly. “Amelia Winters, how shameless can you be?”

She froze, her heart bleeding once again. “Do you still refuse to believe me?”

“You could sell yourself for money, how do you expect me to believe you? Amelia Winters, I don’t wish to touch you right now because I find you filthy. Heck, I don’t even want to be in the same space as you. Tomorrow, if you wish to explain it to my parents, don’t expect me to speak up for you.” Having said his piece, Oscar turned to go upstairs.

Amelia flopped down on the couch in a dazed manner. An unknown amount of time passed before she reached for her bag shakily, taking a long time to find her phone. Her hands trembled as she dialed a number.

As soon as the call connected, she choked out, “Tiff, my heart hurts, and I don’t feel so well. Will you come over?”

“What’s wrong with you, Amelia? Give me a while, I’ll head over right now.”

Amelia hung up the phone, sitting in a daze on the couch.

Tiffany arrived within thirty minutes. Amelia went to answer the door as the doorbell rang incessantly. Seeing how pale Amelia was, Tiffany flinched. “What’s wrong?”

Amelia merely smiled before her whole body slumped against Tiffany.

Taken aback, Tiffany asked again, “Amelia, what happened?”

But Amelia gave no response.