His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 591

Watching from the sidelines, Lily felt the heartache as she saw the torment in Jareth’s fiery eyes, his desperation palpable. Initially, she too had not been in favor of Jareth’s “tough love” approach, fearing it too harsh for Marilla.

But the stark reality of Elspeth’s death sentence could not remain hidden forever. Better to deal with it now and rip off the Band–Aid than let the wound fester.

Yet, she had underestimated Jareth’s control over Marilla and the usually docile Marilla’s explosive strength when cornered.

“Lily, take Marilla back to her room to rest,” ordered Thaddeus, his voice laced with concern as he turned to Jareth. “You look like hell, too. Let Lily stay with Marilla.”

Lily gingerly lifted Marilla from Jareth’s embrace, easily sweeping her into her arms and ascending the staircase with unwavering steps.

The couple was left dumbfounded.

Jareth’s secretary, raised in the household since she was a girl, was proving to be worth her weight in gold.

“I just wanted for Marilla to face reality. I didn’t expect for it to turn out like this,” Jareth confessed, his chest heaving as if a bellows had been shoved inside, his whole being seeming to fry in an invisible frying pan. “Elspeth never truly cared for Marilla. I thought Marilla had come to accept that, that she wouldn’t.”

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“You thought, you thought! Have you ever, for once, considered Marilla’s feelings in all of this?” Evadne exploded, closing the gap between them in two strides and grabbing Jareth by the collar. “From the moment you charmed her, brought her into your life, keeping her away from the Abernathy family, then parading her before the scrutinizing eyes of the Fairhaven elite – your grandfather, your mother! And now you impose your will upon her, assuming she’ll just accept and bear it? Where do you get this blind confidence? Have you ever truly considered Marilla? Have you seen things from her perspective? Have you ever cared about her feelings?”

“Evadne.” Thaddeus’s gaze faltered.

He wanted to interject but feared making matters worse, knowing his own words often lacked the necessary tact.

Reminiscing, Jareth felt a sharp pang in his heart, his eyes losing their luster.

asked if Marilla was happy,

She agreed to everything he proposed, appreciated every gift, even the passionate nights that left her breathless, always whispering, “I love

realized he might have been wrong.

altruistically noble, never pondering whether this was the kind of ‘good‘ Marilla desired or

severing her normal social needs, and keeping her caged like a canary! Marilla has a passion for art, a raw talent that could make her a prodigious artist. Have you ever seriously cultivated that talent? Why not hire a teacher for her, send her to a

if a gaping hole had been torn in his chest, pain throbbing raw and real, “I’m not wasting Marilla. I’m not holding her back. In this lifetime, I only want Marilla!

endure that? Can you persist? You’re not a patient man by nature. You’re accommodating and tolerant now only because you’re in the honeymoon phase of your relationship!

can! Why wouldn’t I be able to?” Jareth’s voice broke, hoarse and choked, as he shouted back at Evadne, “You shouldn’t doubt my love for Marilla! You shouldn’t insult me with your

us, including myself, ever truly cared for Marilla. The only one who’s always been there for her was Evadne. Seeing Marilla in such pain, Evadne feels it just as acutely. Her harsh words are out of

had been harsh, but it was out of fear

couldn’t steer the course of their emotions, and it was high time she gave Jareth a wakeup call. Otherwise, the unintended

and unfortunately, Marilla is the former. It’s often her keen sensitivity, her stronger–than–average empathy that makes her so vulnerable to agitation, her

reflection. “Besides, Elspeth is her mother. Even though she’s a murderous fiend, irredeemable, a step back would remind us that Elspeth did raise Marilla when she was just a little girl. Her own mother sentenced to death, the victim her beloved brother’s mother–it’s a double blow that would naturally shatter Marilla. You

see Elspeth. I didn’t want her to, I refused, and that’s how

Thaddeus exchanged a

his large hand resting on his brother’s shoulder. “Jareth, take Marilla to see Elspeth. They’re mother and daughter, after

looked stunned, his heart in turmoil.

enough,” Thaddeus said, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips, a sense of release

diminishing the pain his mother had suffered. It was the understanding that clinging too fiercely

and Thaddeus are tight, but you have Marilla now. You’re a family. Can you put her first

Jareth were

one last time shows she’s pure–hearted, compassionate. If Marilla were like Glynnis, acting as if she popped out of a