Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1622

Tiffany grinned. “Where else could we go other than White Water Bay Villa? Jackson’s the chef on duty, ‘cause he’s wary of the food that goes into my stomach now that I’m pregnant. Seriously, the only place out there with his seal of approval is White Water Bay Café—the place he frickin’ owns! I was like, ‘Aren’t these two just same difference?’ So, I decided to just throw the dinner party at home, since he’s so willing to break his back to cook for the four of us.”

Arianne clasped the bracelet around her wrist in front of Tiffany. “Alright. I’ll go there as soon as work is over.”

Tiffany yanked a chair from god-knows-whose desk and sat right in front of her. “Oh, I’m just gonna wait till your work’s over right here, then, since there’s only very little time left. Speaking of which… I just saw this gorgeous bridal gown collection somewhere online the other day and the style was just—chef’s kiss! You and Mark never had actual wedding photos, right? Are you sure you don’t wanna tick off that box and take a series of pictures of it? I just wanna see you in a bridal gown, sis—oooh, I want it so much, I can see it in mah dreams!”

Sylvain, overhearing their conversation, was so shocked at Tiffany’s brazen tactlessness that he accidentally dropped his pencil. “Oof! You kinda kicked the beehive there, man.”

His remark baffled Tiffany. “Me? What did I do? Did I say something I shouldn’t have?”

Arianne knew that the secret was not going to be hidden from Tiffany any much longer now, since Mark was going to tell Jackson sooner or later, anyway. She drew a sharp breath and explained, “Mark and I… are divorced.”

Her expression froze. “You—what?! W-Wait, what the hell?! Are you pranking me, Ari? There’s no frickin’ way that you and Mark would divorce before Jackson and I do. Like… that guy doesn’t ever let go of you! He loves you so f**king much he wishes he could eat you and make you part of his body… or something. The point is, how can someone like that ever release you from him?—Unless! Of course, he must be dead now!”

Arianne buried her head into her hands and smiled mirthlessly. “He’s very much alive, Tiffie, but we really are divorced. You know what? I don’t even wanna talk about this. I’m only letting you know because you’re my best friend, and you should just support me unconditionally through thick and thin. Don’t launch an inquisition, Tiffie; I don’t wanna talk about it.

Tiffany took some time to recover from her initial shock—and immediately rose to her feet and stormed off. Judging from her gait, Arianne knew that she moved with murderous intent!

Worried that in a fit of anger, Tiffany was going to trip and hurt her baby, Arianne leaped to her feet and followed her, shouting, “T-Tiffie! Tiffany Lane! Where are you going—don’t run, please!”