Too Much To Bear My Love

Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Take Care Of Cassie

After a while, Amelia came down with a small black bag in her hand. She walked up to him and said, “Mr. Clinton, these are the usual clothes you usually wear. After changing, keep them in the bag and bring them back to wash. As for the working attire, I think it’s better for you to come back to change.”

Oscar put the bag on the ground and pulled her into his arms. “Cheer up. I’m just going to the hospital for a while. I’ll be back home at night. After all, you will be here alone, carrying a child. I won’t feel at ease.”

Amelia raised a corner of her lips. She had the urge to ask him if he still treats this place as his home.

“Mr. Clinton, you should make your move now. If Ms. Yard creates havoc again, you’ll be the one to calm her down.”

Oscar planted a kiss on her forehead and said, “Don’t think too much. I’ll be home tonight. Take care of yourself and the baby in your belly.”

Amelia nodded. “Let’s go. I’ll see you off at the door.”

After seeing Oscar left the house and entered the elevator, Amelia’s eyes reddened. She leaned against the wall after closing the door feebly and slipped down to the ground slowly.

“Oscar, you are so cruel. How could you take back the little hope you gave me?” Amelia cupped her chest as she felt like there was a void in her heart.

“Oscar, do you know that I’m stuck in the love story that you orchestrated? Why are you so heartless toward me? While I’m helplessly falling in love with you, yet you are enjoying the fun of two-timing. How merciless are you!”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Amelia wrapped her legs with her arms and wept uncontrollably with her head buried in her arms.

Sometime later, she swore to herself. “Oscar, this will be the last time I shed tears for you. From now on, I don’t want to cry even a single drop of tear for you, because you are not worthy.”

Having said that, she lifted her head and raised her hand to wipe the tears off her face. With that, her expression became exceedingly determined.

“Oscar, now I finally know your decision. It seems like no matter how much I sacrifice for you, my position in your heart can never be compared with Cassie’s. One drop of tear from her and her occasional flirting is enough to win you over. Since that’s the case, I shall grant you your wish. Even if you want to divorce me, I’ll gladly sign the papers, as a repayment for your help back then.”

Following that, Amelia went upstairs, entered the bedroom, and plunged herself into the bed with her head buried under the pillow.

About five minutes later, she lifted the comforter and stroke her belly with soulless eyes. “Sweetheart, mommy lost this time. I’m utterly defeated. After putting myself into this false relationship willingly, your daddy pulled himself out of the game, leaving me to be ripped to shreds. Will you laugh at me for being the biggest fool?”

Amelia lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling blankly. After a while, she fell asleep unwittingly.

Right after Amelia was in the land of nod, she dreamed of Oscar and Cassie hugging each other, whereas she was in a mist trying to catch up to them. Just as she took a step forward, the two would move forward as well. No matter how hard she tried, there would always be a gap between them and her.

All her efforts to close in on him were futile. She could not get in front of him. In the mist, she fell, lost herself, and cried. But Oscar, who was hugging Cassie, never once turned back to look at her.

“Oscar, don’t leave me…” Amelia shouted in her dream, then jolted awake. She raised her hand to touch her forehead, which was covered with beads of sweat.

Her face was pale as a paper. After wiping off the sweat on her forehead, she took out her phone, thinking of calling Oscar. But she hesitated to press the call button. In the end, she contacted Tiffany.

On the other end of the line, Tiffany said, “Hey babe, why are you calling me in the afternoon? Was it because someone did not accompany you that you’re feeling lonely now?”

Amelia spoke in a weak voice, “Tiff, are you busy?”

Tiffany started to panic. “Babe, what happened to you? Why does your voice sound so weak?”

“No more questions. If you’re free, then come over. Bring your laptop along as well. I don’t feel safe to be alone here.”

At that, Tiffany did not ask anything but said, “Please wait for a while. I’ll be there in half an hour’s time.”

Amelia replied gratefully, “Thanks, Tiff! You’re the only one who stays no matter what happens.”

Tiffany froze for a while and chided, “Was it Oscar? What did that asshole do to piss you off this time?”

Amelia replied, “Tiff, come over quickly. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Okay. I’ll be there.”

After Amelia ended the call, she lay on the bedside and stroke her belly that became slightly bigger with mixed emotions. Then she murmured, “Sweetheart, I just told myself not to shed a drop of tear for your daddy, but I failed. Mommy is just a coward. I may put up a brave front before others, but I’m just a timid person when I’m alone. Sweetheart, do you think that Mommy is a helpless coward?”

Amelia heaved a deep sigh as she hated her weak and sensitive self. Before she fell in love with Oscar, she would rush forward without a care in the world, but she could not revert to her courageous self anymore.

She would feel insecure about every trivial thing Oscar did, heartbroken when he showed concern for another woman. She hated this part of her.

Her feelings for him was deeper than she thought.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. The doorbell rang as Tiffany pressed it, but no one opened the door for her, so she called Amelia. After the call was picked up, she announced, “Babe, open the door for me.”

“Give me a few seconds. I’ll open it for you.”

After the door was opened, Tiffany scrutinized Amelia from head to toe, then she frowned. “Babe, why do you look so pale? Are you feeling okay?”

Amelia shook her head. “No. I just had a nightmare earlier.”

Her words raised Tiffany’s suspicion. “Why are you sleeping during daytime?”

“I’m feeling a little tired, so I took a quick nap.” Amelia walked toward the sofa and plonked herself on it. “Tiff, have you eaten? Do you want me to make you something? Molly went back to visit her grandchild, so she did not come to prepare the meal.”

Tiffany shook her head. “Let me do it. You’re a pregnant woman. All you need to do is to enjoy the meal. Are there ingredients in the fridge?”

“Molly kept two days’ worth of ingredients in the fridge. Feel free to prepare whatever you like for us.”

Following that, Tiffany headed toward the refrigerator and opened it. There were all kinds of ingredients filling it up like vegetables, meat, eggs, pasta, and even various fruits of the season.

Tiffany turned to Amelia and asked, “Babe, let’s have pasta. What do you say?”

“Okay.”

After taking out the pasta, meat, and vegetables, Tiffany cut the meat into small pieces, washed the vegetables, and turned on the induction cooker. A while later, a pan of fragrant and flavorful pasta was prepared.

Next, she served a plate of pasta before Amelia and noted, “Babe, enjoy your meal. See if it suits your palate.”

Amelia flashed her a smile and lowered her head to dig in her food. In no time, the steaming hot pasta went down her throat and warmed her stomach. As a result, she felt a little better than before.

Tiffany heaved a long sigh as she stared at Amelia, who was eating the pasta quietly. She noticed the changes in the latter, who became unusually silent. The second-mentioned would look sad occasionally, and the only person capable of causing it would be Oscar.

Oscar, you asshole! Scumbag! If you don’t love Amelia, then don’t mess with her in the first place.

Tiffany hated Oscar a lot. She believed that if he were less handsome or less capable, Amelia would not fall for him.

Tiffany sighed inwardly and thought that fate was cruel.

After the meal, Tiffany cleared the dishes and put them in the sink. In a flash, she washed them clean and took the fruits out of the fridge. She arranged them nicely on a plate after cutting them into pieces.

Then she took them to the living room.

“Babe, have some fruits.”

At that, Amelia stood up from the dining table, walked toward the sofa, and sat down. She used a fork to take a piece of apple. But before it reached her mouth, Tiffany questioned, “Alright, we’ve done with the meal. Isn’t it about time for you to come clean? Talk. What happened to you and Oscar, the asshole this time?”

Amelia blinked her eyes, trying to act innocent. “What do you mean?”

“C’mon babe. I’ve known you for years now. I can tell whatever that you’re thinking. You’d better be honest with me and tell me the truth.” Tiffany remarked.

Amelia could not hold back her laughter and responded, “Cassie had a miscarriage.”

Tiffany was dumbfounded for a moment as she thought she heard things. “Babe, come again?”

“Cassie miscarried,” Amelia reiterated.

Tiffany was stupefied for a bit and exclaimed, “Isn’t this good news? Serve her right! Even God couldn’t bear to watch her destroy people’s marriage.” She noticed Amelia’s gloomy expression after she spoke. Knowing what the latter was thinking, she asked, “Babe, don’t tell me that you’re feeling upset because he went to take care of that woman?”

Amelia shook her head.

A moment later, she lamented, “Cassie had a miscarriage. Because of that, Oscar might divorce me.”

“WHAT?” Tiffany was utterly bewildered. Even a novel doesn’t have a plot twist like this. Usually, a mistress would purposely cause a miscarriage to frame the wife and create a misunderstanding

between the married couple. Wait a minute. Could it be that this whole thing is Cassie’s scheme?

Tiffany was burned with anger. “Babe, is Cassie putting on a miscarriage show to push the blame onto you?”

Amelia stared at her with a perplexed look and answered helplessly, “Tiff, you got the wrong idea.”

She then explained the unfolding of the event to Tiffany briefly.

Upon hearing that, Tiffany was elated. “It seems like she’s unfavored, huh. Even God doesn’t side her. Despite being a novel author, I can’t write a story like this. I’m skeptical toward the credibility of her miscarriage. Did she do it on purpose?”

A hint of confusion flashed across Amelia’s eyes. “I don’t think so. After all, the baby in her belly was a life. It’d be unthinkable that she would cause harm to her own body just to put on a show.”

Tiffany glanced at Amelia with the corners of her eyes. “Babe, don’t be so naive. Not every woman is as kindhearted as you, who loves children and prioritizes family. Do you think someone like her, who would brazenly become a mistress, will have proper morality and values? What are the odds of her not putting on a miscarriage show when she doesn’t even have integrity? Just as you said. Now that she lost her child, Oscar went to look after her and stay with her.”

Amelia was rendered speechless.

Tiffany leaned against the sofa with a grim expression. “Babe, that sly fox is a schemer. You are a kind soul and you can never hope to defeat her in her game. What kind of terrible things is she not capable of doing when she could even murder her own child?”

Leaning against the couch, Amelia advised, “Tiff, I know that you hated her guts. But without evidence, it isn’t nice to badmouth others.”