Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 335

Ivy stared at the gifts suspended in the air. Refusing to accept them, she turned her head away as if they didn't exist.

Her chest still felt tight with indignation.

Seeing her stubborn refusal, Alaric set the bags down and took a seat right next to her.

"Are you really going to keep throwing a tantrum?"

Ivy twisted her body away again, unwilling to face him.

She suddenly remembered she had already printed out a zero-asset Divorce Agreement.

She stood up to retrieve it from her nightstand, but the moment she was on her feet, the man beside her clamped a hand around her wrist.

With a sharp tug, he yanked her backward, sending Ivy tumbling right onto his lap.

Alaric immediately locked his arms around her.

Ivy struggled fiercely to stand, her delicate face set in an icy glare.

Refusing to let go, Alaric pinned her with a dark, commanding stare.

"Ivy, if you keep this up, I'm genuinely going to lose my temper."

Seeing her treat him with such hostility gnawed at his patience.

The terrifying thought that she might actually divorce him and never return had him utterly panicked.

Alaric had no idea why he was having such a frantic, overwhelming reaction.

Held firmly on his lap, Ivy finally stopped struggling.

But was she really supposed to pretend nothing had happened and go back to playing his dutiful wife?

No. She couldn't.

If she did, she would only sink deeper into this toxic cycle.

To Mr. Foster, she was completely disposable.

They were from completely different worlds. If she hadn't saved Stella and morally cornered him into marrying her, none of this would have happened.

She never would have become Mrs. Foster.

And right now, being Mrs. Foster was the last thing she wanted.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Ivy brought it up again.

"Let's just get a divorce. I already have the agreement printed out. Let me go, and I'll get it for you."

Alaric's gaze darkened into a pitch-black abyss, his eyes locking onto hers.

A volatile rush of blind anger flared in his chest.

"Do you have to do this? Or is it that now that you have money, I've outlived my usefulness to you?"

The hand holding hers was visibly shaking, and the tension in his voice was undeniable.

Before she could even form a response, he pulled her flush against his chest, holding her tight as he whispered in a raspy, tender voice.

"Ivy, please stop pushing me away. I don't want you to leave. Divorce was never an option."

"If you don't like Ethan, I'll ban him from coming over ever again."

"And you must never say such hurtful things to me again. Do we have a deal?"

Ivy stood rigidly against his chest, her entire body stiff.

Was this man actually begging for peace?

He was yielding to her.

What was she supposed to do? Her own resolve was crumbling.

A part of her wanted to reach up, run her fingers through his hair, and soothe him. She wanted to tell him: *Okay. I won't say those hurtful things anymore.*

But...

She felt completely devoid of security.

She was terrified of making the same mistakes and getting dragged right back into the cycle.

She simply stood there, enclosed in his arms, without uttering a single word.