Mark rubbed his messy hair as he stood up and kicked one of the supports on his bed. It was time to get a bigger bed...
Mark was still upstairs by the time Arianne finished her breakfast, so she caught her own taxi to the office. She figured it would be better for them not to confront each other for the time being, but she was still terrified that Mark would throw a set of divorce papers at her sooner or later.
Arianne decided that no matter how hard Mark pleaded with her to get a divorce, she would never agree to it. After all, Mark was the one who had forced her to get married to him in the first place.
What Arianne did not know was that Mark was also hiding from her. After confirming that Arianne had left, Mark went downstairs and teased Smore, “Are you full?”
Smore smiled happily at him, which improved Mark’s mood. “What’s so funny?”
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