His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 592

In a moment, Jareth felt as if he had been shot through the heart, a sharp pain that made his tall frame shudder.

“In the Abernathy family, Marilla had no sense of self and lived a joyless existence. Now, she’s the woman you keep by your side, living life to your plans, to your tastes, too compliant for her own good. That’s not necessarily a good thing.”

Thaddeus sipped his whiskey, eyes downcast, “You two should take a break, cool off for a few days. It’s also a chance to think about where this relationship is headed and how to proceed.”

“Thaddeus. Are you even listening to yourself?”

Jareth’s palms slammed down on the table, making the liquid in the decanter ripple. His eyes were more bloodshot than the red wine within, “When you were chasing Evadne, at your lowest and most helpless, I never let you give up! And now, you won’t even help me find a way out. You’re actually suggesting I throw in the towel? After all this time, in your eyes and your wife’s, I’m just some irresponsible jerk who leaves chaos in his wake! You never really wanted Marilla and me to work out. From the start, you never truly intended to let her be with me! All my friendship with you was for nothing!”

Thaddeus’s brow furrowed deeply, “Jareth, you’re being too one–sided.”

“If it were Evadne, and I asked you to leave her, to step back, to give up on her. Thaddeus, could you do it? Answer me, could you?”

Jareth’s bitter laugh was filled with pain, “You couldn’t, could you? Without Evadne, you’d rather be dead, right? Well, guess what, I feel the same about Marilla. What’s the point of living without her? When you talk about reconsidering this relationship, about taking Marilla away, you might as well be killing me. It’s not just murder. It’s scattering my ashes to the wind!”

“Evadne, and Marilla are different. How much can Marilla take? Even the slightest shock, and her world might crumble!”

Thaddeus’s gaze was dark and troubled, his concern like that of a father vetting his daughter’s suitor, “What the average person can endure, she cannot. If you love her, you need courage, resolve, and patience far beyond the ordinary. But today, your actions show a clear lack of patience, or you wouldn’t be handling things with such force!”

Jareth felt as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him.

the wrong, and he couldn’t blame anyone else.

rang out, “What in the world are you yelling about

on hip, standing at the entrance to the living room, her gaze

a bit weak.”

face, Evadne glanced at Jareth’s bitter expression, “Go check on her.”

rushed upstairs, grateful for the

approached Thaddeus, her frown betraying her weariness as she sighed

tenderness, reached out to hold her delicate hand, pulling her between his legs and wrapping his

as he massaged her lower back, “You must be exhausted. I’ll go

was light as a feather.

manage more than a

the lips, his voice gentle, “If you don’t want to

Your muscles are all tense,

chest, “They

okay to let Marilla and Jareth be alone right now, after

Jareth must realize his mistake. Let him go in and properly charm

gently stroking the strands of hair by her cheek, “Yeah, that’s

officially appoint his grandson as the CEO of Fairhaven Group and bring him onto the

but he remained silent.

happy. Don’t

to intimidate him

disapprove, I just feel helpless as Jareth’s best friend. I can’t do

Given my current standing with that man, and the fact that Jareth defended me last time, causing Frederic to lose face. My narrow–minded father holds grudges. If he

will cause trouble for your good friend’s

what I think; it’s

“I have no hope for Frederic’s

and I still think we need to seal

bigwigs, Jareth made a fool out of Frederic. If he agrees to give his daughter to Jareth after that, he’ll feel like the laughingstock of the whole Elmsworth. With the Fairhaven family seeming to have him under their thumb, and with Frederic always prizing his reputation above all else, how could he bear it? Now,

waist a rewarding squeeze, “Evadne, you’re brilliant! Why didn’t I think of that? Grandpa’s fond of Jareth, treats him almost like his own grandson. With Grandpa

found Marilla weakly leaning against the headboard, her doe–like

nearly drowning him, making even breathing

a bowl of soup, trying to coax the mistress to take a sip, but

“Marilla.”

shut her eyes tight

as if a boulder had struck his heaving chest, tears of regret and sorrow welling in his eyes.

he had

patient, if he had considered her feelings a bit more.