Too Much to Bear, My Love
Chapter 9
“If you don’t have any objections to this contract, just sign it. When you sign the divorce contract next week, they will truly belong to you,” explained Oscar.
Amelia placed the contract down and smiled. “You’re so generous, Mr. Clinton. Being your wife is quite a happy thing. Don’t worry. I’ll definitely sign the divorce contract next week.”
“That’s good,” replied Oscar.
Amelia grinned brightly. “Thank you, Mr. Clinton.”
“I still have a meeting later, so I can’t eat with you. Here’s a card. Just get whatever you want to eat,” said Oscar as he fished out a card.
Amelia stood up, grabbed the card, and laughed heartily. “I’ll take my leave then. Are you coming back for dinner? I’ll tell Molly to prepare some food that you like.”
“I have a business meeting at night.”
understood and said, “Okay.
that, she strode out of the office confidently in her high
couch, stared at Amelia with a complex gaze. Even after the door closed,
Although everyone was glancing at her gloatingly, she left Clinton Corporations without even
she sat in her car that her facade of strength disappeared. She rested her head against
tears away resentfully and said through gritted teeth, “Oscar, even though all you’ve given me are
Amelia drove out of the
an apartment that looked slightly old and parked the car. Then,
908, she knocked on the door. “Are you there,
wearing cartoon pajamas, with disheveled
the morning. I only slept at four! Must you come so early? I’m exhausted.” The woman, whom Amelia called Tiff, was actually named Tiffany Winters. Despite sharing the
inside, her mouth twitched. “Tiff, no matter how lazy you are, you should still tidy your house. Can you even