A brief pause later, Zivon added, “Though I never truly loved her, the fact remains that she had been my fiancée for years. In other words, I never planned on calling our engagement off at the start. That was the case even after I first met Xavia who had a delivery girl outfit on. I didn’t know that she even existed back then, so I had simply assumed that it was Jenna… Regardless, I had planned to get married to Jenna upon returning to Darlsbury…”
“However, all that changed when I overheard her telling Grandma to pressure me into marrying her. As if that wasn’t enough, she began indirectly going after my other suitors, claiming that her heinous methods were all in the name of love. Compare Jenna and Sophia’s actions to Xav’s. Unlike those two, Xav never even considered hurting them even though it was clear that I only loved Xav by that point.”
“To me, love involves making sacrifices, tolerating hardships, and knowing when to give in. Xav has been the only one to give me all that… and I believe that that answers your question,” concluded Zivon, leaving Jenna wide-eyed.
He… He hadn’t wanted to divorce her at the start…?! Hell, he had even planned to carry out the wedding in the beginning?! And here she had assumed that he had been determined to be with Xavia from the moment they were both in S City! She still remembered that night when he had smoked countless cigarettes on the helicopter, looking immensely irritated… She had assumed that it was because he was thinking of Xavia, and…
In the end, Jenna had gotten so anxious over it that she waited till he had fallen asleep before calling Ava and telling her to pretend to have a serious illness… That way, Zivon would’ve been forced to marry her no matter what… Looking back, it was absolutely true that she had been the one who had brought this upon herself! Hell, Zivon wouldn’t have been able to reconnect with Xavia in the first place had she not told Ava to go to that specific hospital!
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