Too Much to Bear, My Love

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?”

“Mrs. Clinton has already suspected that I'm pregnant. As someone with experience, she definitely can tell; she just chose to trust my lie. Out of everyone in the Clinton family, she treats me the best. If I could, I would never lie to her. It's such a pity..."

Tiffany asked, “Amelia, have you become soft-hearted?”

Amelia smiled bitterly. “Now that I've experienced maternal love from the Clintons for four years, I couldn't really bear to leave them. Unfortunately, Oscar still hasn't opened his heart to me. Instead of seeing me for who I am, he simply regards me as a gold-digger and thinks that any issue can be resolved with money. It's pretty upsetting sometimes.”

Tiffany poked her in the forehead. “Being together with Oscar has really lowered your IQ. He is determined to divorce you. Do you seriously want to abort my godchild or give them to the Clintons without being able to see them ever again?”

Amelia glanced at her and kept a straight face. She then changed the topic. “Tiff, do you know why I chose to work in Carter's company?” Tiffany gave her a strange look. Amelia continued, “Newcomers in his company will have to go to Saspiuburg for eight months of training. Aside from being able to call home, employees are prohibited from meeting their friends and family until after the eight months.”

Tiffany frowned. “That's really twisted.”

Amelia nodded in reply.

Tiffany continued, “Carter's indeed twisted. No wonder his company's rules are so messed up.”

Amelia was distressed. That was clearly not the main point.

Tiffany sneered at Carter then got back to her point. “Are you saying that you plan to take advantage of this training period to give birth at Saspiuburg?”

Amelia nodded.

Tiffany looked at her in admiration. “Not bad, Babe. I thought you'd been so blinded by your love for Oscar that you lost your brains. I didn’t expect that you already had everything planned out. I applaud you. I was right to make friends with you after all.”

Amelia smiled helplessly. “Don't flatter me like that. I'm no strategist. If I were that smart, I would never have given my heart to a man who doesn’t love me back.”

Tiffany snorted, “That's not a big issue. Just go get your heart back.” Amelia hugged a cushion and said, “Tiff, if my heart was so easy to get back, I wouldn't be here acting like an idiot right now, thinking that having his child would be enough to make him mine.”

Tiffany looked at her and hesitated. She said, “Amelia, what do you mean by this?"

“I mean that I once thought of using my child and Olivia's support to make Oscar stay by my side. But after thinking about it again, I realized that I'm pretty good-looking, so why force myself to endure such a tiring thing?”

Tiffany glanced at Amelia. “When are you going to Saspiuburg?” “Carter told me that as long as I report to work tomorrow, I'll be employed right away and I'll be heading to Saspiuburg in five days.” “That soon?”

Amelia hugged the cushion tighter. “Yeah, but I requested for that. According to normal procedures, the others would have to do a three- month internship before they get assessed on their design skills and become full-time employees. Only after another month of work will they then go over to Saspiuburg for the training. I managed to get this job because of my connections, so Carter has allowed me to skip the internship and begin full-time immediately.”

“He's finally doing something good with the power that he has. But this is okay too. You can avoid the Clintons finding out about your pregnancy while trying to let go of your feelings for Oscar.”

Amelia replied with a smile, “Tiff, don't worry about me. I love Oscar, but not to the point that I don't know what I'm doing. I still know what's best for myself. I'm not sure why Oscar suddenly doesn't want a divorce, but I won't let him harm my child.”

Tiffany nodded. Her eyes widened as she stared at Amelia. Confused, Amelia asked, “Tiff, what's with that look?”

Tiffany laughed. “I'll go to Saspiuburg with you.”

“I'm going to work. Why are you going there?”

Tiffany replied defiantly, “I'm going there to take care of you, of course. Don't forget that I'm the child's godmother. Godmothers are mothers too, so I have a duty to take care of my child.”

Amelia did not know what to do with her.

"Tiff, stop joking around. Didn't your editor pressure you to submit your manuscript just a few days ago? Are you sure your editor won't chase after you if you follow me to Saspiuburg just like that?”

Tiffany suddenly pulled her hair and lay down on the couch.

Amelia got a shock. “Tiff, what are you doing?”

“Babe, I was trying to avoid thinking about it. Why did you have to bring it up?”

Amelia laughed. “Out of ideas again?”

Tiffany thrashed around in annoyance, looking like a mess after she composed herself.

“Babe, you don't understand. I'm stuck at the ending of the fantasy novel I'm writing now. I don’t know if I should make it a happy ending or a sad ending. I want to write a sad ending but I have a feeling that my readers will kick up a fuss if I give them another sad ending.”