Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1611

Compared to her hysterical outburst, it was when she calmly recounted details of an upcoming divorce that twisted the knife in Mark’s heart. Arianne only ever let loose of how she truly felt when it overwhelmed her control, and even then, these moments were sparse, far and between. It was the sort of sereneness she displayed right now that frightened him, not the least because the tone she used brought an air of matter-of-fact normalcy.

Mark would rather see her throw a fit than this, because at least the former implied a slim window of chance for reconciliation…

For the longest time, Mark had only silence. He could never let Shelly be incarcerated, especially since he knew Arianne was the type to put money where her mouth is. Of course, Mark did not want a divorce at all, but they had already come to an impasse beyond his control or saving.

At the very least, the fact that Arianne was not quitting her job in the Tremont Enterprise, for the time being, made it a lot easier to swallow and mull over. It meant that their separation was temporary, and that she would still be by his side at the end of the day. There were still opportunities for things to turn around. On the flipside, if he continued to rebuff her, it might pressure her into doing something drastic out of desperation.

“Fine, I concede,” he croaked. “But I’ll draft our divorce agreement. I’ll hand it to you tomorrow.”

Arianne was the one who brought the divorce option to the table, yet hearing him concede to it was like a stab through her heart for some reason. Perhaps she was hurt that all it took to make Mark cave was to threaten Shelly’s wellbeing—it seemed that Mark saw that woman as his real lifeline, after all.

Arianne feared letting Mark see her cry, so swiftly, she switched off the lights and laid back down. If everything went exactly as she imagined, then tonight would be the last night they slept side-by-side.

Then, it was Mark’s turn to lie down. Suddenly, he threw his arms around Arianne’s waist from behind, squeezing her so tightly in his arms that it was as though he wanted to merge her flesh into his own.

Arianne did not deny him this time. She felt the warmth in his hug, and after realizing that it would soon no longer belong to her, bitter pangs seized her and she began to cry.

Every sob and sniffle reverberated clearly in Mark’s ears. They were both in agony, both locked so closely with one another—and yet there was a schism between them so wide that nothing could bridge it.