Tyler once said he didn't felt secure, so I stayed by his side for three days and nights without sleep.
But none of that mattered to David. And it never mattered to Tyler, either.
David continued his lecture, "When you married into the Gunn Family, I only had one request: take care of Tyler. Was that so difficult?"
"If you can’t even do that, then I—"
"Divorce. Let’s get divorced. I don't want to be this Madam Gunn."
David froze, stunned, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.
Of course he was surprised.
After all, this marriage had been arranged by Xander Family, my family.
Back then, my sister, Yvonne Xander, was supposed to marry David. But when her first love came back from abroad, she ran away after giving birth to Tyler.
The Gunn Family was furious.
So my parents tricked me into coming home from my PhD studies, drugged me and sent me to David’s bed.
The scandal was impossible to contain.
And with an abandoned infant crying for a mother, David had no choice but to marry me.
Still, he agreed on a period of time, only ten years and when Tyler was old enough, we would divorce.
Over the years, every time we fought, he’d throw that 'divorce' word at me like a weapon.
So fine.