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

Chapter 236: Austen had prepared those ingredients to make sure Bonnie wouldn't go hungry at home. But most days, takeout was her go-to. Nyla headed toward the kitchen, gently nudging Bonnie aside. "More than enough. Is Austen joining us?" "No chance. The hospital's been running him ragged lately." Bonnie wrinkled her nose dramatically. "We've barely had any intimate time together." "Bonnie!" Nyla massaged her temples. "Some details are better left private." Through her laughter, Bonnie said, "Fine, fine. But tell me-why are you really here? And where's Ethan?

Isn't he usually your evening chauffeur? What's changed?" Nyla paused mid-motion, her hand frozen on something she'd just pulled from the fridge. An invisible cloud seemed to descend upon her mood. She mustered a faint smile and replied, "He's tied up with work." Bonnie, ever perceptive, caught the undercurrent in her tone immediately. "Tied up? Tied up to the point where he forgets he has a wife?" she retorted, her words sharp like a whip cracking in the air. "How long have you two been married? Is this the part where his true colors start bleeding through?

Wait-what did he promise me back then?" Nyla's silence spoke louder than any words, and Bonnie's suspicion transformed into outright indignation. "That's it. I'm marching straight to his office! If he's too busy to be a husband, then let's cut to the chase and file for a divorce!" The mere mention of the word "divorce" struck Nyla like an icy wind cutting through her chest. Her nose stung, and she barely choked out a soft, "No." "There's no 'no' about it!" Bonnie fumed, her anger now a roaring blaze. "If he doesn't care now, what happens when there's a child in the picture?

Is he going to stray then?" New content available now at gⱯlnσνℓs․cøm As her temper flared, Bonnie began rolling up her sleeves, preparing to storm out like a thundercloud. "This isn't over. You need to stand your ground! He needs to understand that you're the cornerstone of this marriage. If he's too busy now, what's to stop him from not coming home at all?" Nyla hurriedly set down the ingredients in her hands and stepped in Bonnie's path. "Please, Bonnie, don't. This is between us. I said some harsh things during our argument, and now...

I think he's just keeping his distance," she confessed after a moment's hesitation, her voice laden with guilt. Bonnie's eyes flashed with defiance. "Harsh words or not, if he truly cared about you, he wouldn't be acting this way! And don't forget-he still hasn't dealt with the whole Callie mess!" Bonnie's fury swelled with every word, like a storm gathering strength. To her, Nyla's quiet acceptance was like a bird refusing to spread its wings, trapped in a cage of her own making.

This wasn't how things should be; a relationship was meant to be a partnership, not a one-sided game of endurance. . . .