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Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1285

Mark walked towards his office desk, leaned against the side of the table, and lit a cigarette. “Saying that will only make me continue basking in the fantasy of you having a slight hint of feelings for me. I don’t want to be paralyzed by you any longer, and I hate deceiving myself. Will Sivan doesn’t have any feelings for his wife. If you go to him now, he’ll take you away without hesitation. I’m sorry for making you wait so long for this day. Leave the baby with me. I’m afraid that Tremont Estate would become so unbearably quiet that I’d never want to go home if you take him away…”

“You ba*tard!” Arianne glared at him with tears in her eyes. “Why the hell are you saying these things? You ripped me and Will apart, you made every effort to imprison me with you, and when I accept my current life, you want to throw me away. Who do you think you are? Your revolting tyranny is useless on me. Why should I listen to you? Do you see me as a bi*ch you’ve raised too? That I’m at your every beck and call?”

A b*tch? Why did those words sound so piercing? Mark puffed his cigarette and furrowed his brows. “I’ve never said such a thing.”

Her knees were weakening. “That’s right, everyone else is allowed to call me that; you just haven’t said it yourself. This was exactly the kind of arrogance Aery used to hurt me when you were with her, and it’s the same with Janice now. Forget it. As long as we don’t divorce, do whatever makes you happy. I don’t care what you do. Besides… This wouldn’t be the first time. I can take it.”

The fingers around his cigarette stiffened. His heart boiled over with rage, but he didn’t say a word. He couldn’t bring himself to show her any concern in this situation. He didn’t want to soften his heart again.

His reaction greatly disappointed Arianne. “It’s almost Smore’s bedtime. I’m going home.”

This time, she left and didn’t turn back.

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