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Compared to her hysterical outburst, it was when she calmly recounted details of an upcoming divorce that twisted the knife in Mark’s heart. Arianne only ever let loose of how she truly felt when it overwhelmed her control, and even then, these moments were sparse, far and between. It was the sort of sereneness she displayed right now that frightened him, not the least because the tone she used brought an air of matter-of-fact normalcy.

Mark would rather see her throw a fit than this, because at least the former implied a slim window of chance for reconciliation…

For the longest time, Mark had only silence. He could never let Shelly be incarcerated, especially since he knew Arianne was the type to put money where her mouth is. Of course, Mark did not want a divorce at all, but they had already come to an impasse beyond his control or saving.

At the very least, the fact that Arianne wa

From the outset, Mark’s eyes had never wandered away from his laptop to look at Arianne. It was so jarring, it felt as though he was not the one who had been desperately clinging to her for the entire night before.

Arianne did not mind his distance, though. After receiving the documents and browsing their content for a few seconds, she immediately found evidence of the “legal tricks” she had suspected Mark to pull off—he was not letting her off just because they divorced.

As she had requested, ownership of Tremont Enterprise would return to Mark and she’d gain a house under Smore’s name, receiving no further monetary compensation. Adding to that, however, was a ten-year-long contract between her and Tremont Enterprise, set to be automatically renewed at the end of term. It was also written such that the only side who could terminate the contract was Tremont Enterprise; Arianne would no

Arianne just wanted Smore to live happily and free from fear. Previously, she thought that having the entire family living together was the best environment to foster that, but her mind had changed. Divorce had become the better option because what was the alternative? Boxing herself into an endless strife with Shelly?

No way in hell could Arianne continue shoving humiliation after humiliation down her throat like it was nothing. Nor could Shelly ever brook Arianne’s presence around Mark.

Mary closed the door to Arianne’s bedroom and started toward the nursery. By then, Mark had already successfully coaxed Smore back into sleep.

She sighed.

“Mr. Tremont, we… we’ve really done it this time, haven’t we?” She said in an undertone. “We can’t blame Madam for being upset and wanting a divorce. Before this, she thought Mrs. Leigh was just your aunt, but now? Turns out, she’s your birth moth

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