Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1622

Tiffany grinned. “Where else could we go other than White Water Bay Villa? Jackson’s the chef on duty, ‘cause he’s wary of the food that goes into my stomach now that I’m pregnant. Seriously, the only place out there with his seal of approval is White Water Bay Café—the place he frickin’ owns! I was like, ‘Aren’t these two just same difference?’ So, I decided to just throw the dinner party at home, since he’s so willing to break his back to cook for the four of us.”

Arianne clasped the bracelet around her wrist in front of Tiffany. “Alright. I’ll go there as soon as work is over.”

Tiffany yanked a chair from god-knows-whose desk and sat right in front of her. “Oh, I’m just gonna wait till your work’s over right here, then, since there’s only very little time left. Speaking of which… I just saw this gorgeous bridal gown collection somewhere online the other day and the style was just—chef’s kiss! You and Mark never had actual wedding photos, right? Are you sure you don’t wanna tick off that box and take a series of pictures of it? I just wanna see you in a bridal gown, sis—oooh, I want it so much, I can see it in mah dreams!”

Sylvain, overhearing their conversation, was so shocked at Tiffany’s brazen tactlessness that he accidentally dropped his pencil. “Oof! You kinda kicked the beehive there, man.”

His remark baffled Tiffany. “Me? What did I do? Did I say something I shouldn’t have?”

Arianne knew that the secret was not going to be hidden from Tiffany any much longer now, since Mark was going to tell Jackson sooner or later, anyway. She drew a sharp breath and explained, “Mark and I… are divorced.”

Her expression froze. “You—what?! W-Wait, what the hell?! Are you pranking me, Ari? There’s no frickin’ way that you and Mark would divorce before Jackson and I do. Like… that guy doesn’t ever let go of you! He loves you so f**king much he wishes he could eat you and make you part of his body… or something. The point is, how can someone like that ever release you from him?—Unless! Of course, he must be dead now!”

Arianne buried her head into her hands and smiled mirthlessly. “He’s very much alive, Tiffie, but we really are divorced. You know what? I don’t even wanna talk about this. I’m only letting you know because you’re my best friend, and you should just support me unconditionally through thick and thin. Don’t launch an inquisition, Tiffie; I don’t wanna talk about it.

Tiffany took some time to recover from her initial shock—and immediately rose to her feet and stormed off. Judging from her gait, Arianne knew that she moved with murderous intent!

Worried that in a fit of anger, Tiffany was going to trip and hurt her baby, Arianne leaped to her feet and followed her, shouting, “T-Tiffie! Tiffany Lane! Where are you going—don’t run, please!”

Mark was unperturbed. “First thing first, who told you I was the one who asked for a divorce? Do you really think I wanted to downgrade myself from her legitimate husband to a ‘maybe-yes-maybe-no’ back-up spouse? Honestly, I’ll implore you to use your head for a bit before threatening violence. If you can, however, persuade Ari into remarrying me again, perhaps I should give you half of Tremont’s ownership right now.”

Mark did not look like he was lying, so Tiffany, embarrassed and upset, turned to let off the rest of her steam on Arianne instead. “The hell were you thinking, then? There are a million women out there who wanna throw themselves on him, and now that you let him go, who’s gonna stop them?! Smore is just a child, Ari, and the two of you are already separating?! God, you two must be so bored, aren’t cha?”

Arianne licked her drying lips in resignation. “It’s… a long story. But first, you need to calm down, okay? Remember, you’re pregnant. To be honest, it’s not really that big of a deal. I’m still living in the Tremont Estate, so yea, I’m divorced, but not separated from him—which honestly makes pre- and post-divorce life not that different,” she explained. “Look, I think you should focus on taking care of yourself and the baby more than fussing over me, okay?”

Tiffany’s eyes reddened slightly. “Tell me, if I don’t fuss over you, who else in this effing world will? Your heartless mother who never cares for you? Will she fuss over you, huh? That woman is gone, Ari. She took your sister to some far away land that I don’t care about and frickin’ disappeared from your life just like how she did the first f**king time around! Who else here will support you and care for you and ‘fuss over’ you if not your goddamned best friend?!” she raved. “Why didn’t you tell me anything, Ari? Why wasn’t I the first to know? I’ve never hidden secrets from you, so why do you do it to me?… Do you even see me as your best friend still?”