Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 283

“But… but do I really matter?” Alicia lowered her head, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You matter,” Tyrone answered without hesitation.

He realized that when it came to Alicia, he had to be completely straightforward. No matter how clearly he explained, she would always find a way to doubt herself.

“You’re very important,” he said again, his tone firm.

Alicia glanced at him anxiously, opening and closing her mouth a few times, but not a single word came out.

“Alicia, you can have a little more faith in yourself. Our marriage stopped being about that contract a long time ago. We only signed it to protect your interests. You can think of it as a prenuptial agreement, nothing more,” Tyrone said, regret heavy in his voice. If he could change one thing, it would be signing that contract in the first place. All it ever did was make Alicia feel like their marriage was just some business arrangement.

But looking back, he knew that if he hadn’t insisted on that agreement, Alicia never would have had the courage to marry him at all.

Every choice has its price, he thought. This was his mess, and he would take responsibility for it.

“Really?” Alicia’s eyes brimmed with tears as she looked up at him.

Tyrone pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “Alicia, do you honestly not feel it? I don’t believe you haven’t noticed…”

Was he really that bad at showing her he cared?

“But… they say that when a sugar daddy wants to keep his mistress happy, he’ll act all gentle and attentive, but the second he gets bored, he’ll just toss her aside,” Alicia muttered, so softly it was almost like she was talking to herself.

Tyrone’s patience snapped. Without another word, he scooped her up and carried her straight to the bedroom.

Fine. If words weren’t getting through, maybe actions would.

…

It was well past midnight by the time they were done. Alicia’s voice was hoarse, her eyes puffy, and she looked too exhausted to even keep them open.

“So, still want a divorce?” Tyrone asked, carrying her out of the bathroom and giving her a light slap on the backside.

Alicia’s reply was choked with tears. “No more… As long as you don’t ask for a divorce, I won’t either.”

She clung to him with all the strength she had left.