Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1647

Arianne could not, for the life of her, leave Shelly be without a comeuppance for forcing Mark into seeing another woman.

She mulled over her options for a while before saying, “You’re invited to enjoy me, but on one condition: you have to stay for the night. Do that, and you’ll have me. If you can’t, though? Oh, well. Your loss. Think wisely… Don’t say I never gave you a chance.”

Mark narrowed his eyes as he considered her, a cryptic half-smile hanging on his lips. “You’re rather vindictive, aren’t you? But… I’m happy to oblige. Tonight it is, then. Can’t see why I should be afraid when you’re not,” he teased. “Besides, my aunt is squarely in the wrong here, and there’s not even a shred of doubt of it.”

Shelly lied to him. She had promised him to never let Arianne know about his “meeting” with Saoirse, only to betray it. If Mark did nothing in retaliation, he would be setting himself up to an even worse future going forward.

They waited for almost two hours before Mary finally returned with Smore. She told them that they had gone to buy some groceries, and that Smore was kind enough to help her lift some of the lighter stuff.

The first thing Smore asked when he saw his father was, “Are you going to eat with us, Daddy?”

Mark nodded. “Mm-hmm. Daddy will be keeping you company today.”

Smore said nothing in return. No one could fathom the thoughts brewing in that little mind of his.

As the sky gradually darkened into dusk, Mark’s phone began to ring.

Mark enunciated his every word in a firm, unyielding flourish. “I said: I. Am. Not. Coming. Home. Tonight! Remember that time when you arranged for Saoirse McKinsey to appear in my house, and you promised me that you wouldn’t break a word to Arianne? Well, why the hell did you do it anyway? Hell, why are you so dedicated to making us a thing that you even changed my shampoo and soap into the very same ones Saoirse uses? Your little schemes are just plain f**king asinine!” he bristled. “Ever since you’ve forced yourself into my life, every day has been a fresh level of hell. I’m always stressed out; I feel like I’m always on the frontline, always in a never-ending war. Aren’t you at all worn out? Because I am—I f**king am. And I’m so fatigued that I’m going to hang this call. And for the love of God? Stop—calling—me.”

Mark hung up exactly as he said he would. He could almost picture Shelly hulking-out in his mind, but he was too disinterested to care anymore.

Just as anyone would have guessed, Shelly had, indeed, gone berserk. She had smashed her phone into an unusable smattering, and then moved on to reduce every other unfortunate, breakable object around her into a pile of shards and pieces.

Her unhinged temper was so well-known by the Tremont retinue that no one came forward to appease her. In fact, unless she quietened down, no one would dare even try to clean up the chaos her hysterical meltdown was making.