Chapter 256 Do You Love Me
Ava Anderson spoke calmly: "In this world, no one is perfect. Everyone has flaws, and I make plenty of mistakes too. No matter what, we're already divorced now. Just live a good life from now on, and don't get tangled up with each other again. We shouldn't be like your parents."
Thinking of his parents made Alexander Mitchell's eyes grow even more clouded. "My father was right; in the end, I followed the same old path."
Ava Anderson felt her heart clenching; she bowed her head, silent.
In this world, people often don't remember the lessons. So many things had already occurred to show that doing certain things was wrong and would lead to tragic consequences, yet people still kept making the same mistakes.
Perhaps it was a flaw etched into human genes, that sometimes, even when something is known to be wrong, people still go through with it.
Because in their logic, that's just how it should be done!
"But there's one difference," Alexander Mitchell continued to say: "My mother loved my father dearly. Because of that love, she was heartbroken and lived in sorrow. But it's different for us. Ava, you don't love me, so after divorcing me, you can live a happier life than before. You even said yourself that you were fed up with our marriage, and now, you're free."
"..."
Ava Anderson suddenly froze, at a loss for words.
Her heart twinged in spasms, and she felt a suffocating sensation surge from the depths of her core.
Staring into the silent gaze of the woman before him, Alexander Mitchell's brow furrowed slightly, "You don't love me, do you? That's why we are not like my parents."
This statement, unlike the certainty of earlier, carried a tinge of questioning, even he himself harbored a flicker of doubt when he looked into Ava Anderson's eyes.
Ava Anderson suddenly clenched the hem of her shirt and balled her hands into sweaty fists.
Alexander Mitchell, I've loved you for so many years, but you, you oblivious man, have never known.
If I told you I loved you, would the ending change? Would you leave Isabella Harrington and be with me? The answer is no.
Because you don't love me.
If I told you the truth, in your eyes, I would become as pathetic as your mother.
If that's the case, then why should I ever profess my love for you? I should keep some dignity for myself and give you a righteous reason to divorce me: that your wife doesn't love you.
This way, we both can be better off.
"Ava." Alexander Mitchell grasped her wrist, "Do you love me?"
He didn't know from where this impulsive need arose, his eyes ablaze with an intense flame, desperately seeking her answer.
Her hesitation accelerated his heartbeat!
Seeing the urgency in Alexander Mitchell's demeanor, Ava Anderson was momentarily deluded.
Did he want her to say that she loved him?
If she confessed her love, would he change his mind?
But quickly, she recollected the disillusionments of their year-long marriage.
She thought this man had a place for her in his heart, only to discover that all of her perceptions were fantasies, and his heart belonged solely to Isabella Harrington.
This man was too adept at giving women the wrong impression.
The look in his eyes could easily cause a woman's downfall.
Thus, she couldn't make the same mistake again; she couldn't continue living in a fantasy.
"You already know the answer, don't you?" Ava Anderson lifted her head, her gaze blurry as she looked at him, "The day you asked for a divorce, you asked if I always saw you as a brother, and I said yes. So I don't want to repeat those questions."
She couldn't bring herself to utter the words "I don't love you"—she feared she would break down and cry.
But she couldn't admit her love for him either.
Alexander Mitchell twisted his mouth into a bitter smile, feeling a sinking sensation in his heart, "I understand. That's good. Since you don't love me, staying together would only make you unhappy. So, the divorce is the best outcome. Don't worry, we are not like my parents."
