Chapter 817 I Don't Love You Aria couldn't help but sneak a peek at Donovan, her smile all polished and perfect. "Hey Donovan, been hearing sjuicy stuff lately. Any truth to it?" Donovan's face was a stone, back straight as a board. "You know it's all just talk." Aria was a bit thrown by his bluntness, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face, but she kept it cool. "Just got back from overseas, so I'm kinda outta the loop. But I heard Raymond, right after his split, got cozy with his designer, who's actually his ex-wife. That for real?" "Aria, if you're that curious, go ask Raymond yourself," Donovan shot back.
Aria kept her smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sure thing, I'll catch up with Raymond. Oh, and remind him about my friend. They've been pen pals, and she's really into him. She hasn't heard from him in months and is kinda worried. I cback to check on things for her." Donovan frowned, thinking, 'Who even writes letters these days?' Raymond didn't seem like the type. He barely replied to texts, let alone write letters.
"Your friend, is she a guy or a girl?" Donovan asked.
"A girl, and she was in an online thing with Raymond. He used to be all about her, but now he's ghosting. Think he played her?" "Raymond wouldn't write letters to anyone." "You should ask Raymond. Seems like you don't know your son that well." That stung. Donovan's face darkened.
Aria realized she messed up and quickly nodded. "I won't bother you anymore. Later." With that, she bounced.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDonovan sat by the bed, hearing Catherine trying to get his attention. He motioned her over.
Donovan frowned, thinking about how she had given birth to two kids, and lowered his head. "Alright, what's the issue now?" "No divorce, no divorce," Catherine muttered.
Donovan looked at her with a mix of emotions. Over the years, they'd fought countless times because of Barbara.
Every tthey clashed, Catherine would bring up Barbara, and Donovan got sick of it.
Since marrying him, Catherine had lost herself, always keeping tabs on him. But Donovan's job was top-secret, and he couldn't drag her everywhere.
When she couldn't tag along, Catherine would throw a fit.
When she did, both the White family and the Montague family would freak out.
With both families pushing, their marriage had limped along till now.
He stayed in his job, not wanting to quit, just to avoid her at home.
He'd told her to pick up her old hobbies, but Catherine wouldn't listen, fixated on him.
She poured so much into it that if Donovan didn't match her effort, she'd be crushed.
After nearly thirty years of constant , any love had long faded, leaving just endless frustration.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEven seeing her bedridden now, he felt no sadness. Just relief.
But he hadn't expected that, even now, Catherine's main concern was not getting a divorce. Donovan's face was a mess of emotions, not sure what to say.
Catherine's fingers couldn't move, but she still tried to curl them, reaching for his sleeve.
Seeing this, Donovan finally snapped.
"Enough! Catherine, look at what you've done to yourself! You forcedto marry you with the White and Montague families' pressure. I told you I couldn't love you, and you said it didn't matter. Now you see, I don't love you, and I never will. You won't let go because you can't admit you lost! You stopped lovingages ago; now it's just your pride!" Most women in marriage were left with nothing but unwillingness. Unwilling to accept that years of companionship had amounted to nothing.
So, many women hesitated to cut their losses, always feeling shortchanged, which led them to keep enduring their relationships in silence. Claims of doing it for the kids were just excuses! Kids didn't want to live in such a toxic environment.
What really hurt Catherine wasn't Donovan, and what really hurt om women wasn't mariage, but the desire for reciprocation after constant giving! Donovan walked out without a backward glance. Catherine lay alone in bed, eyes wide open, but unable to move.