Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1623

Mars never really knew much about how Milka's parents got along. Back then, he was at the height of his own chaos-barely out of his teens, already rising up the ranks, juggling multiple defense projects. Everything he'd achieved was built on sleepless nights and stubborn grit.

All he wanted was for Milka, when she finally came to him, to have a life with fewer bumps and more comfort.

During that stretch, Mars was running on fumes-sometimes he'd go three days and barely catch five hours of sleep. The moment he stumbled out of some dense jungle, eyes bloodshot from exhaustion, he'd reach for his phone and call her just to say, I'm safe.

He'd ask how her classes were going.

But this time, when Milka answered, she told him her parents were on the brink of divorce over something small. "Seriously? They're splitting up over that? Marriage isn't about who's in charge. Try talking to your mom-help her see there's no need to blow things up." Always the practical guy, Mars saw things through a man's lens.

The comfort Milka craved from him just wasn't there. She knew exactly how her mother felt. "Why does Dad get to order everyone around at home? Why should Mom always have to give in? She's a person too-why should she have to swallow her pride?"

"Why are you so upset? It's just a fight; you can smooth things over." In the background, Mars's team was shouting for him to get in the car. "I gotta go. Try to calm things down, I'll call you from the dorm."

He hung up and climbed into the truck, feeling worse than before.

One of his buddies nudged him with a grin. "Come on, Commander White, we just nailed the mission, you even talked to your girl-why the long face?"

to figure out," Mars muttered, brushing it

it go. The thought stuck with her would

head and keep quiet if

never even got the chance

hit rock bottom. "We're

aide. "Go get the paperwork." Like he'd been waiting

there. Their calls grew fewer, and when they did talk, he'd just ask about her classes

I'm worn out. Can I just rest for a

voice and stopped in his tracks.

for a long time. He could hear

home for a few days? Just a few.” "Okay," Mars

waited at home for a month. Her parents signed all the papers. The divorce

that moment, looked lonelier than

in. He packed his things and moved back