Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 491

Ivy stood there in a daze.

He was right. He hadn't said a word to her.

It was Mrs. Gable who had told her all of that over the phone.

Even so, she wrenched her wrist out of his grasp and spat back, "Fine. You didn't say a thing. I was just being a delusional idiot for caring about you."

She turned to leave again.

Alaric leaned back, resting his injured foot on the coffee table. As a sharp pain twisted in his chest, his voice rang out, cold and detached.

"Leave, then."

"It's obvious I can't compare to the Rhodes family in your heart. Xavier gets hurt, and you wait on him hand and foot. I get hurt, and you accuse me of playing games with you."

"The difference between love and whatever this is couldn't be clearer."

Ivy froze in her tracks, unable to take another step.

Was it really that she wanted to leave? That she didn't care about him?

He was the one who had demanded the divorce and ordered her out of The Starlight Estate.

And now, somehow, it was all her fault.

A wave of suffocating despair washed over Ivy. As she lowered her head, two stubborn tears rolled down her cheeks.

She hurriedly wiped them away, taking a deep breath to steady her turbulent emotions before turning back to face him.

"Why do you constantly assume there's something going on between me and other men? Am I really that promiscuous in your eyes?"

Alaric met her gaze, a tempest of agony swirling in his dark eyes.

"I only know that you have no concept of boundaries with other men. You know exactly what bothers me, yet you deliberately do things to make me miserable."

Ivy had finally reached her breaking point, her voice raising as she defended herself.

"Then what was I supposed to do? He showed up and fought the Silverton Thugs barehanded to save me, and that's how he got hurt."

"Where were you then? If you had been the one to take a hit for me, I wouldn't just wait on you hand and foot—I'd gladly give you my life if you asked for it."

Unable to hold it back any longer, tears spilled over her lashes, and her voice began to tremble.

"You only care about how I treat other men, but you refuse to acknowledge that he literally risked his life to save mine. He was lucky he didn't die at the hands of those thugs. Is it really a crime for me to take care of him?"