Marriage Lies and a Dangerous Obsession novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

After making sure Chloe got home safely, Patrick went straight back to lan’s place.

In the study, lan handed Patrick a glass of whiskey.

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They stood side by side at the floor–to–ceiling window. “You want to know what we talked about?” Patrick asked.

“She asked you to talk me into a divorce.” Ian looked over at him.

“That’s only half of it.”

Ian tossed back his drink, downing it in one go.

He toyed with the empty glass, his voice unreadable. “Putting Andrea and her son aside, my marriage with Chloe is solid.”

Patrick rolled his eyes. “But Andrea and her son have created a massive rift between you two. You really think you have this under control?”

Ian turned and sat back on the sofa, pouring himself another drink.

“Chloe’s always relied on me. I just need to give her some space to cool off. She’ll come around.”

“Oh, she’s come around, all right,” Patrick retorted, sitting across from him. “She told me tonight that if she’d known you’d treat her like this, she would have married me instead.”

Ian’s hand, holding his glass, froze.

Patrick’s tone became pleading. “Ian, Chloe grew up trailing after us. She adored you for over twenty years. You can’t just wound her like this and give her the silent treatment for another woman.”

“Is that what she told you?”

“She told me more than that.”

The two men locked eyes, and Patrick’s expression turned serious. “She said if she can’t get a divorce, she’ll kill herself.”

Ian’s face went rigid.

He looked away, setting his glass down. He fumbled with a pack of cigarettes, his hand shaking slightly as he pulled one out and lit it.

The smoke veiled his eyes.

“Marrying her was a calculated decision, but I’ve taken care of her and her family for the last three years. She’s wanted for nothing. I don’t have any vices, I don’t control her. I thought her life with me was better than

most.”

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He paused. “Okay, I handled the situation with Andrea and her son badly, but it’s not as dire as Chloe is making it out to be.”

Patrick stared at him in disbelief. “So, what? Does she have to be dead in front of you for it to be ‘dire‘?”

Jan looked down. “She won’t do it.”

‘She’s too devoted to her family, he thought. ‘For her parents and for Carl, she’ll stay alive!

Patrick was speechless. Furious, he just turned and walked out.

Late at night, Ian lay on his side in bed, reaching out to the empty space where Chloe used to be.

The faint ache in his shoulder made it clear–she’d just been here.

The next morning, Chloe ran into Andrea while she was out picking up some anti–inflammatory medication for her brother.

Andrea was decked out in stilettos and a tight dress, her makeup flawless. She didn’t look like someone who’d just been in a car accident.

Seeing Chloe, she walked over. “Ms. Irvine, is your brother feeling any better?”

Chloe glanced at her and said nothing.

When Chloe ignored her, Andrea walked over to a counter and bought two boxes of condoms.

She caught up with Chloe at the pharmacy door, pulling a box out of the bag.

“You and Ian haven’t seen each other in a while,” she said, feigning embarrassment. “I figured you could use this.”

Chloe’s gaze traveled slowly from the box of condoms up to Andrea’s openly defiant eyes.

A smirk touched Chloe’s lips before she swung her hand, slapping Andrea hard across the face.

The sharp crack of the slap sent the items in Andrea’s hand tumbling to the ground.

“Andrea, as of right now, Ian and I are still legally married,” Chloe warned. “Provoking me like this won’t do you any good.”

Andrea clutched her stinging cheek. “If I tell Ian you hit me, he’ll make you pay.”

“Want me to call him for you right now?” Chloe offered, pulling out her phone,

Andrea glanced nervously at the small box on the ground, trying to hide the panic in her eyes.

“Ms. Irvine, I was just trying to be thoughtful. After all, Ian has been spending most of his time with me since I got back. I can understand if he sleeps with you occasionally to keep you calm. I’m not the jealous type.”

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Seeing Chloe about to leave, she added, “lan promised me he would never let you get pregnant with his child, so I thought you might need this.”

“He did pin me to the bed last night,” Chloe said, twisting the knife. “But we didn’t use this. I told him to divorce me so you two could make it official, but he refuses. Why don’t you try whispering in his ear again? Maybe you can finally get that promotion from mistress to wife.”

A flash of jealousy crossed Andrea’s face. “You don’t have to provoke me, Ms. Irvine. Ian is refusing the divorce for the bigger picture. We love and understand each other. For lan’s sake, my son and I can live without official titles forever.”

Just then, a convoy of black luxury cars pulled up to the curb.

Chloe frowned as she saw Ian get out of one of them.

Spotting Ian, Andrea quickly snatched the box off the ground, stuffed it in her purse, and hurried over to him with a smile. “Ian, what are you doing here?”

Ian’s gaze lingered for a moment on the clear red handprint on Andrea’s cheek. “I’m here to pick up my wife,”

he said.

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