Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 811:

Marissa paused, visibly taken aback by his suggestion. After a brief silence, she responded with conviction, “No, they couldn’t possibly be my children. I’m sure of it. I’ve never had children, nor has anyone stolen my eggs.”

Connor countered softly, “Confidence can be deceptive. I used to be sure of many things too, until life proved me otherwise. What makes you immune to such surprises?”

Marissa faltered, finding no immediate response. She chewed her lower lip in contemplation before reaffirming, “No, it’s not possible. They have to be Tiffany’s children, not mine.”noveldrama

His gaze intense, Connor seemed displeased with her adamant denial. How deeply he wished she were the mother of his children.

Under his scrutinous stare, Marissa shifted uncomfortably. Rising to her feet, she declared, “Let me be clear once more, Connor. The parents of Lawrence and Lindsay are you and Tiffany.

Her persistence and determination to marry you must stem from that connection. Regardless of the circumstances surrounding your children’s birth, you have responsibility for Tiffany.

That’s inescapable. And as for us, we’ve already agreed to a divorce. It’s time we put an end to this awkward relationship once and for all.”

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Connor wasn’t surprised by Marissa’s decision. He knew her too well. Even though there was nothing between him and Tiffany, if Marissa believed that Lindsay and Lawrence were his and Tiffany’s children, she wouldn’t hesitate to leave him.

Marissa was proud. She demanded perfection in everything and could not stomach any blemish. But how could Connor just let her walk away?

With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes and said, “Marissa, do you think this is fair to me?”

“There’s no question of fairness here,” Marissa replied composedly. “Our relationship has always been a contractual one. We agreed to part ways from the start. Now, we’re merely honoring that agreement.”

“Marissa, that’s cruel,” Connor protested, his eyes reddening. “After all this time, have you truly felt nothing for me? Just like that, you’re ready to discard me? Isn’t that a bit cold-hearted?”

Taken aback by the sight of Connor’s reddened eyes, Marissa felt a tightness in her throat and an unexpected sadness weigh on her heart. She couldn’t grasp why she felt so different now and why her usual carefree spirit had faded.

Initially, their marriage had begun as a comical mistake, a twist of fate. Marissa had masqueraded as Connor’s wife to delve into her ties with Tiffany. Despite various reasons delaying their separation, Marissa constantly reminded herself to maintain a distance.

Then, Marissa learned from Tiffany’s diary that Tiffany harbored no love for Connor. Connor himself even confirmed their relationship was purely transactional, meant for mutual benefits. So, when Tiffany ran away from the marriage, their agreement dissolved.

These revelations assured Marissa there were no ties between Connor and Tiffany, allowing her to feel secure in his presence. During their time together, Marissa even began to harbor feelings for him.

However, today, the bombshell about Lawrence and Lindsay’s true parentage shattered her composure, thrusting her into a deeply uncomfortable and embarrassing predicament.

Marissa knew she had to leave Connor. Regardless of any potential reconciliation between him and Tiffany, she couldn’t allow herself to be caught in the middle. She was resolute. It didn’t matter if Connor agreed; the marriage, an absurd comedy from the start, had to end

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