An Open Marriage Agreement That He Suddenly Refused To Honor Chapter 04

An Open Marriage Agreement That He Suddenly Refused To Honor Chapter 04

It was rare to see Ethan wear such a blank, empty expression.

A moment later, his face darkened completely.

“Lila, I’ve already said Chloe won’t be a problem for you. There’s no need for you to be this stubborn.”

He still refused to believe me.

I could barely hold back a bitter smile.

“Alright, you can take a bigger share of the assets. I’ll give you the Australian villa as well.

My side is pushing hard, just take it as compensation.”

Ethan fixed his gaze on me for a long time, as if trying to confirm I was dead serious this time.

He narrowed his eyes, his look turning suddenly enigmatic.

“Is it that young guy who dropped you home the other day?”

I nodded.

Jasper had walked me right to the doorway once, and Ethan had seen them.

He’d even greeted Ethan with a smile, and made small talk with him..

Ethan hadn’t looked pleased at the time, but he hadn’t said anything.

After all, the “live and let live” arrangement was his idea. He’d been practicing it faithfully all these years, which didn’t give him much room to be a hypocrite now.

The thought of Jasper tugged a soft smile onto my face.

Earlier at the beach, he’d pulled out a ring.

The diamond was easily a full carat.

Even so, it looked trivial next to my luxury jewelry collection.

I’d assumed it was fake and paid it little mind.

But he knelt down in front of me, utterly sincere,

“It’s not the fanciest ring, please don’t mind. I bought it with all my part-time earnings. I planned to save up more, but I can’t wait any longer.

Lila, leave your husband.”

Most men proposing would ask me to marry them.

Instead, he’d plainly told me to end my marriage.

I felt a mix of amusement and helplessness, ready to brush it off casually, yet Jasper gripped my hand and wouldn’t let go.

The sea breeze carried a crisp, damp chill, strands of his blond hair clinging to his pale forehead. His eyes sparkled with pure light, holding nothing but my reflection.

A man’s love burns like a wildfire, reckless and all-consuming, carrying the courage to reduce everything in its path to ashes.

In that moment, I was swept up by that same courage.

A voice rose up in my heart, my own inner voice.

I was twenty-nine now, tangled up with him for nine long years.

How many more nine years did I have to waste?

Was I doomed to live like this for the decades ahead?

The wind roared by, waves crashing against the coastal rocks and splashing frothy white spray.

After a long silence, I heard my own voice.

“Yes.”