The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 548

"Stop your waterworks." He whispered softly. After a quick glance outside the door, he took a moment before turning back to her, "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you earlier. This whole mess is my fault, and you're totally caught in the crossfire."

Marian bawled even louder, looking utterly wronged. Martin handed her some tissues, "Dry those tears, will ya?"

Pausing briefly, Marian silently took the tissues and blew her nose with a vengeance.

"You know how much Yolanda meant to us." Martin continued, "And to end up like this is really hitting us hard."

He trailed off, voice faltering.

Sniffling again, Marian finally spoke up hoarsely, "I get it. It's just hard to swallow this turn of events, plus Sophia's my classmate and colleague. It's just a lot.”

Her voice choked up, and she couldn't finish.

Martin fell silent for a while, and then asked, "What's your game plan now?" Marian hesitated, her eyes fleeting towards Louis with a look of reluctance, and then in a low voice she began, "I guess I'll move out."

Martin nodded, "Might be for the best; give us all some space to process this."

Marian seemed taken aback by his quick agreement, giving him a subconscious glance.

gaze, "I'll find you a place nearby. You can crash there

didn't finish

just nodded quietly,

push back on it. Most of the time, she was all about being

to Gerald, Rachel and Louis, "Dad, Mom, Grandpa, I'm gonna have Marian stay

offering neither a nod nor a word. He was a bundle of raw emotions, feeling under the weather, and without a word, he got

Martin gave her a reassuring look. She

again, the smile in his eyes faded, replaced by a

heavy on the gas, his handsome face

been running on the fierce determination to clear

crashed, leaving him feeling empty again, lost, clueless about where to go, and what to

and pulled over by the riverbank, his gaze shifting towards the vast expanse of water, feeling an ever-

necklace, dangling it from

face seemed to materialize on the necklace: her at 5 years old with wide, curious eyes, at 17 looking up to see him at the bus station with a slow spreading joy, at 22 shocked during an unexpected encounter at class reunion, nervous when their eyes met in her small apartment that night, astonished when he proposed, the countless

a chain of her lonely,

long period of polite estrangement, she had asked him softly, "Brandon, did you ever really love me?" Before that, during an argument upon learning she was Don's recommended designer, she had asked

he told her. He loved her, deeply, ceaselessly. Otherwise,