Remarriage Failed Again Today

Annabelle Linton grew angrier as she spoke. "Even if we’re married, we’re still equals! I have my own freedom, my own thoughts. Does marrying you mean I can’t even have male friends? Our deal never said divorce was off the table, did it? If you can’t stand me, then let’s get a divorce! Do you think I was dying to marry you?"

’A deal. A divorce. "Do you think I was dying to marry you..."’

A single sentence was enough to wound him to the core.

’So, in her heart, this marriage I cherish was just a deal, something that could be thrown away at any moment.’

’No, that wasn’t right.’

’Leona Grant, didn’t you always know she never liked you? If it weren’t for her brother, she wouldn’t have even given you a second glance.’

’So why are you still so delusional?’

Leona Grant let out a bitter laugh, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of pain and fury as he growled, "Are we equals? We never have been!"

’No matter how I lay my heart bare for you, you’ve never cared.’

’They say whoever falls first is the one who loses. So I’m the one who created this imbalance. I’m the one who lost, right?’

The thought of her demand for a divorce made his heart ache. ’How long have we been remarried? Just a few days?’

He calmed himself, took a breath, and said coldly, "Regardless, you should remember our current relationship. It’s not wrong for me to forbid you from having another man in your heart. You need to recognize your position. From the day we remarried, you became mine. You can’t just bring up divorce so easily. Understand?"

Annabelle Linton froze, her eyes turning red at the rims.

She understood what he meant.

’He was saying that he’d essentially traded for me—that I was the price for saving Ryan. So from the moment he rescued my brother, I no longer had any rights, was that it?’

’How many times had she explained? How many?’

’It probably wasn’t that he didn’t believe her; it was that she had been misunderstanding him all along.’

What he cared about wasn’t who she was involved with, but rather... his masculine pride, the dignity of a husband who didn’t want to be made a cuckold.

’So this entire argument was just his male chauvinism at work.’

"I understand."

Annabelle Linton closed her eyes and exhaled. When she opened them again, her gaze had grown cold and clear as she met his.

Her eyes were so icy it felt like looking at frozen shards. Stripped of all other emotions, she seemed like a cold-blooded animal, utterly devoid of feeling.

A faint mist clouded Annabelle Linton’s eyes, filled with a chilling detachment and a profound indifference, as if she had banished him from her world completely.

For a fleeting moment, panic seized Leona Grant.

Just a few days ago, he could have sworn he felt her wavering, felt something different in her. But now... it had vanished without a trace.

’Are we going back to how we were before?’

’Did the last six months of effort, of trying to win her back, all amount to nothing?’

’No, this wasn’t the result he wanted!’

Leona Grant walked over and pulled her into an embrace, pained and agitated, wanting to say something.

But as he held her, before he could say a word, she spoke first.

"So, when are we getting a divorce?"

’She really couldn’t continue in this kind of marriage. There was no dignity, no sense of self. She didn’t want to be a puppet.’

’So just give me a deadline. At least then I’ll have something to hope for, right?’

"Just give me a date," Annabelle Linton said impassively from within his arms. "Then this agony won’t have to be drawn out."

Agony!

Leona Grant’s heart went cold. ’To her, this marriage was just agony?’