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Surely, this could not be Shelly’s doing, right? At least, it did not seem like it on the surface. But he had to admit, following a series of happenings, Mark had been passive and reactionary. But how could he act otherwise? Seeing Shelly living alone after a surgery uneased him. He could not stop fussing over her.“I… I understand. I will try to bear this in mind and not do anything that may chaff you. I’ll ask someone to do what I’ve done for Aunt Shelly in my stead, as long as that’s possible. When her leg recovers, I’ll stop letting her dominate my life.”On the surface, it sounded as though Mark was reassuring Arianne, but the truth was that he was hammering it into himself. Every time he saw Shelly, the truth behind his history would overwhelm him before it consolidated into an unreachable thorn embedded deep in his throat.That night, Mark tossed and turned in his bed, tortured by his loss at telling Shelly he was not coming. He remembered how Shelly had excitedly rambled on

The doctor was confident. “Yes, I’m sure of it. It’s not necessarily true that heavy bleeding connotes serious wounds. At worst, her fall might accidentally trigger an older leg injury, and since it’s connected to some of her leg ligaments, it elicited a sudden jolt of pain that could, understandably, cause her to faint in agony. Either way, when the IV drip finishes, she will be ready to go home. Right now, she’s already awake.”Mark nodded and walked inside the emergency room. Shelly was lying on the bed, her complexion ashen. The usual cherry tint in her lips was now pale and bloodless. Fluid from an IV bag hanging above her head dripped slowly through the line and into her body; chilled by the nipping, wintry air, the fluid often left the patient’s arm feeling torturously numb.Mark reached out and held the arm that was being fed the IV drip. Just as he thought, her arm was frigid to his touch.“Why? I texted you. I told you I wasn’t coming.”Shelly flashed him a pallid smile.

Yes. She was a moron, because the Tremonts killed her father and made her an orphan, bereft of kindred and support, yet she fell in love with Mark, the scion of the family. She had thought that as long as he stood by her side, she would always be alright, and yet, it turned out that he had helped Shelly hide a terrible, critical secret.It was a direct affront to her face. It was the clearest sign that she was, doubtlessly, the world’s biggest moron—“She isn’t my aunt… She’s my mother!”Arianne was stunned. His sudden confession had sent a seismic shock that locked her into a statue for a second.Then, she cried, “W-what did you just say?!”Mark told her everything Shelly had recounted to him that day. It was so difficult that he had to force himself to say it, the one history he never planned to tell anyone.With this new light being shed, Arianne combed back every detail in Shelly’s behavior and action of the past few months. Suddenly, the fog that had plagued her mind for so

Compared to her hysterical outburst, it was when she calmly recounted details of an upcoming divorce that twisted the knife in Mark’s heart. Arianne only ever let loose of how she truly felt when it overwhelmed her control, and even then, these moments were sparse, far and between. It was the sort of sereneness she displayed right now that frightened him, not the least because the tone she used brought an air of matter-of-fact normalcy.Mark would rather see her throw a fit than this, because at least the former implied a slim window of chance for reconciliation…For the longest time, Mark had only silence. He could never let Shelly be incarcerated, especially since he knew Arianne was the type to put money where her mouth is. Of course, Mark did not want a divorce at all, but they had already come to an impasse beyond his control or saving.At the very least, the fact that Arianne was not quitting her job in the Tremont Enterprise, for the time being, made it a lot easier to swallo

Shelly was a little hurt by her son’s distance, however small it might be. “Mark, my dear, I only did what I know best! She’s just no good for you, don’t you understand? You can marry anyone else in the world—literally anyone! So, why this hyper-fixation on this woman alone?” she admonished. “I, for one, cannot buy into that idealistic notion that a woman who suffered would harbor nothing against you or the Tremonts. There is no way she holds no grudges or hate, son, and one day, mark my word, she will act on them and hurt you bad. Divorcing her is the wisest way, because now, you’ve opened yourself up for a better, more suitable spouse. Don’t fret, boy. What you’re experiencing is only temporary pain, and it’ll be gone before you know it.”Mark’s eyebrows were tightly knitted in the middle. “I see, is that how it’s like to you? That pain is temporary and flitting? Just because you lack the capacity to let go of hate, doesn’t mean everyone else is incapable of it, but more critically,