Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1723

Arianne’s heart sank. The only reason why Tiffany could keep this promise she made with Melanie was because she thought her baby was okay. Should she know that the baby had not left critical condition, Tiffany’s charitable attitude might crack.

“Okay, I got you. I’m not gonna tell anyone about it. God, Melanie’s also a victim, isn’t she? I mean, she and Alejandro’s relationship might be… affable, but it doesn’t mean he loves her. And Melanie knows it," Arianne remarked. “And her brother has doomed her with this. Alejandro’s wary nature will compel him to treat this incident as anything but an ‘accident’. I’ve got a bad feeling that the relationship between Melanie and Alejandro is unraveling.”

The injustice Melanie suffered aggrieved Tiffany. “That sh*tbag can’t even see how good a wife she has been to him! Goddammit, does he even have half a brain?! But as long as I keep this a secret, their relationship will be safe, right? I mean, how is he supposed to blame it on Melanie without any evidence backing him up, hmm? God, he likes to fancy himself doing all these bullsh*ts for my sake—even though whatever was between us crashed, burned, and died a gazillion years ago!” she fumed. “Back when I was still a dumbass, all head-over-heels for him, he took my family and fortune away. It’s only now when he finally realized what a piece of crap he had been… But, honey, it’s too late; you missed me already and I’m not coming back! If he’s gonna miss Melanie by blaming her for something she didn’t frickin’ do this time, then he frickin’ deserves to be alone and wifeless for the rest of his miserable life!”

Arianne reached out to tuck the corner of her hospital sheet in. “Chill, Tiffie. You’re still bedridden, remember? Are you sure other people’s woes should be your priority right now?” she teased. “Anyway, we’ll be leaving as soon as Jackson’s parents are here. You’ll focus on getting yourself back up and healthy again, okay? You know what they say: whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. This is God testing you, I bet. Besides, you got a daughter just like you’ve always wanted, Tiffie! Isn’t this the best news ever?”

Mentioning her daughter brought a smile to Tiffany’s face. “Ooh, now that’s what I’m talkin’! Girl, I’m frickin’ ecstatic! I just wish I could see how she looks…”

Right on cue, Summer and Atticus burst into the ward with the urgency of a whirlwind. Atticus, terse and reticent as ever, expressed his anxieties through his gaze, while Summer instantly launched into a teary moan, unrestrained.

“My little angel! How could you ask Jackson to be the messenger for something as big as this?! I almost swooned when I heard about it over the phone!” she howled.

Tiffany hee-hawed. “Oh, but I’m totally fine! Y’all don’t have to worry about me—see, I’m perfectly not-in-mortal-danger, right? Anyway, Jackson had been watching me for the entire night, so we should let him go home and rest. Just leave my care to a nurse or hire an attendant for a few days, ok? I’m not so delicate, you know.”

Summer caressed Tiffany’s cheeks in pity and love. “Oh, miss me with that malarkey! No way I’ll feel safe having any random stranger taking care of you, sweetie. Natch, I’m the one to take up this momentous task! And who told you that you’re not delicate, huh? Don’t say that. I wish I were the one who got hurt instead of you. Seriously, God, what did this poor child do to suffer like this? Your mom trusted this family with your welfare and happiness, and we failed,” she said. “Seriously, wasn’t Jackson with you that day? How the hell did he let you fall like that, goddammit? Urgh, my pounding heart just won’t still even now—I’m still shocked!”

Arianne quietly retreated to a corner. She wished Shelly could have at least half of Summer’s love for Tiffany in her. Just half of it, and none of the crazy chaos and imbroglios they had suffered for months would have befallen them. Frankly, she was jealous of how bonhomie Summer and Tiffany were together.

Not that she was any less blessed; at the very least, Mark more than covered the gap with his love and care.