Mark Tremont clicked the door shut, and for a few moments, the air was still.
He began, “I’ve asked, the doctor cannot ensure that you’ll survive this. Accidents could happen, always, and that’s the last thing I want. To me, you are more important than anything else under the sun, do you understand? Fine, I concede that a lot of things in the past were all my bastardly doing, but listen to me, even if it is true that you can never be a mother, there’s no woman out there who’s going to replace you, let alone bear me my child. So please, rest your heart. My only concern is you, it always has been. To that end, I can give up on my child.”
However, Arianne had hardened her stance so much that nothing could pierce through the walls she had built. “The doctor said the rate of complications isn’t a hundred percent, remember? He didn’t say this child is doomed!” she countered, her tone resolute. “I was there. I’m not deaf! Here’s the ultimatum, Mark Tremont. You either divorce me right now, so that whether the child lives or dies no longer concerns you, or you agree that I can keep it. Your choice.”
These two people had been in each other’s life for so long that it was impossible for Mark not to understand her character. He must be acutely cognizant that Arianne would do anything, including fighting him, for this child.
She was similarly confident that Mark would never, ever entertain the idea of divorcing her.
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