Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 533

Arianne drank with her. “I know. You made the decision, and now, you feel terrible. It’s still early. We don’t know if you’ll feel terrible for the rest of your life… When we’re young, we think that as long as we love each other and aren’t afraid of hardship or obstacles, we’ll be able to stay together. However, as we mature and grow older, we have a wider perspective on things. Regardless, Tiffie, I’m the one who owes you. If those things hadn’t happened, it might not have been so difficult for you and Jackson.”

It was true, but Tiffany truly did not blame Arianne at all. “How is it your fault? If we’re going to point fingers, it should be pointed at Aery and Ethan. Moreover, it’s fate. Who knows? Maybe if I didn’t meet Ethan, things wouldn’t turn out like this? When I first got together with Jackson, I thought that everything would turn out well—the future was going to be amazing. When the excitement wore off, various issues began to plague me. If I’d been a tiny bit smarter and considered the future, I wouldn’t have agreed to date him, dead or alive, back then. Save myself the heartache. Never having had it and having it before losing it are two different things. The latter is agonizing while the former would only leave me with regrets.”

Arianne felt a ripple in her emotions when Aery and Ethan were mentioned. Ethan was nowhere to be found and Aery’s whereabouts was clear. One year of jail time was too easy for someone like Aery. Arianne felt unresigned. She did not want to accept Mark’s kindness, but she still had to commend him for being able to send Aery to prison.

She asked, “Then, what do you plan to do next? Return to the capital? Or stay here?”

“I don’t know.” Tiffany shook her head, completely at a loss.

Arianne frowned and sighed. “Think about it after you feel better. I don’t think Jackson’s feeling any better now. I wonder how it’s like when a womanizer gets his heart broken…”

Tiffany cried even harder when Jackson was mentioned. Jackson was usually nice. He was the bad boy who was inwardly kind. When she brought up breaking up, he had transformed into a different person, so filled with rage. When she recalled this, she felt her heart wrenched. She felt horrible.

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When Mark arrived at Jackson’s room at the hotel, he furrowed his eyebrows at the sight that greeted him. A cloud of smoke lingered in the room while a few women were playing poker with Jackson. There was no exception, all the women were beautiful with flawless figures. Their scant clothing barely concealed their sensual figures as they arched their bodies, hoping to stay the night. After all, they would be able to make good money.

“Mark, you’re here? Want a game together?” Jackson asked carelessly with his arm around one of the women.