Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 234: "This is business. Must I report every detail of my professional life?" Nyla countered, frustration bleeding into her words. A bitter laugh escaped him, wrapped in glacial indifference. "Report? No, clearly not. You'd rather avoid potential complications by withholding information. Trust was never part of your equation." The accusation stung, driving Nyla to snap back through clenched teeth. "You're right-I don't trust you. I knew you'd try to stop me. These are my choices to make.

Don't I deserve that autonomy?" Something in Ethan's dark eyes dimmed as he turned away, his face a careful mask of neutrality. "Indeed. I'll no longer interfere," he replied, his tone reverting to the distant formality of their earlier days. "What about your entanglement with Callie? Remember my reaction then? This was purely business. Have you considered how I felt watching that unfold back then?" Raw emotion bled through Nyla's words, wounding both of them. Years of suppressed hurt spilled forth. "Why did we marry? For the child's sake, isn't it? What should I believe?

That you genuinely fell in love with me?" Regret crashed over her instantly. She'd forgotten his previous confession that the child wasn't his motivation. Meeting his gaze now, she found only calm mockery in those eyes she'd come to know so well. Before she could backtrack, Ethan's voice sliced through her panic. "If that's your truth, perhaps we should end this." Indeed, emotions had always been unnecessary complications for him-burdensome things without value. And valueless things were disposable.

Exclusive stories available on gαlnσvℯls․com Noelle's well-meaning advice still glowed on his phone screen, now seeming like some cosmic joke. "What are you saying?" Nyla whispered, disbelief etched across her features. "Since trust and affection are clearly lacking on your part, we'll divorce after the child arrives." As the car settled into its parking spot, ice crept through Nyla's veins. When Ethan reached for the door handle, she clutched desperately at his sleeve, her head bowed. "I didn't mean what I said..." "You expressed yourself perfectly clearly," he said.

"You're right-our marriage was indeed founded on the child's existence." After that fateful day, the delicate threads holding Nyla and Ethan's relationship together began to unravel. The sprawling halls of Maple Villa felt emptier than ever, with Ethan's frequent absences or deliberate retreats to the guest room creating an invisible barrier between them. The weight of her hastily spoken words pressed heavily upon Nyla's conscience, though a part of her heart still smoldered with justified hurt.

Those buried memories had left deep furrows in her soul, scars she had learned to carry in silence. . . .