?Chapter 245:
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. Then Connor’s voice broke the silence. “Why?”
Marissa answered honestly, “The DNA tests came back. The kids are Tiffany’s. If we stay married, it will only bring you unnecessary trouble andplications. It would be better for us to divorce before this bes public knowledge.”
Connor fell silent again. After a moment, he said, “But the paperwork lists you as my wife, not Tiffany.”
Marissa responded, “But now I have to continue pretending to be Tiffany,” she exined. After a short pause, she added, “And I need to look after her kids temporarily. Until shees back, I am essentially Tiffany. If we don’t get a divorce, you’ll be seen as someone who’s been cheated on.”
“Then I’ll announce a divorce from Tiffany. No need to make it official at the court,” Connor retorted
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“Why not just make it official with the divorce papers?” Marissa questioned, clearly confused
“We should have divorced a long time ago!” Connor’s voice was firm. “I’ve said it before, I won’t sleep next to someone who isn’t my wife.”
“And I told youst night, there’s no need for you to sleep next to me anymore,” Marissa reminded him
“Why?” he asked
“Well…” Marissa let out an awkwardugh. “I have a new sleep aid.”
Connor’s face darkened instantly, a wave of abandonment washing over him. His fears from the night before were confirmed. The vige girl had no gratitude whatsoever. In his eyes, no one could be more heartless. When she needed him, she clung to him relentlessly. But as soon as she found no use for him, she discarded him without hesitation. All his acts of kindness had been in vain!
She mentioned a new sleep aid. Who was this person? Was he more attractive, wealthier, and more considerate? Connor was brooding like a spurned lover, his heart brimming with bitterness andints, unseen by Marissa
After her deration, she proposed, “Connor, are you avable today? If so, let’s finalize the divorce. We can then take our time exining to Grandma, helping here to terms with the situation, and then we…”
She was cut off abruptly as Connor said coldly, “I’m not avable!” With that, he ended the call
Marissa stared at her phone, perplexed and murmuring to herself, “It’s okay if you aren’t avable. Why the hostility?”
As she set her phone down, she noticed the two little ones had stirred awake
“Mommy!”
“Mommy!”
Their sweet calls filled the air, their voices cheerful and their faces beaming with innocence. Marissa felt her heart soften immediately. She lifted them into her arms and nted a kiss on each of their foreheads. “Are you hungry?” she cooed
The kids nodded their heads, their expressions adorable. “How about we visit your grandma’s ce for some food?” Marissa suggested
“Grandma?” Lindsay’s eyes widened in astonishment. “Mommy, do we have a Grandma?”
“Yes,” Marissa exined with patience. “Not only a grandma, but also a great-grandma, a granduncle, and a grandaunt, plus an uncle and an aunt. Our family is quiterge.”
Lawrence pped his tiny hands together, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Wow, I didn’t realize we had so many rtives. I’m eager to meet everyone.”
Gathering the children in her arms, Marissa dered, “Then let’s not wait any longer!” Deciding to take the children back to the Sanchez family’s house was a deliberate choice. As Tiffany’s children, they too were part of the Sanchez lineage. Entrusting them to the Sanchez family whenever she was upied provided Marissa with a sense of security. The presence of the children was bound to bring joy to her mother, Caylee, and perhaps even aid in her recovery
Since it was not yet safe for the children to be seen publicly, Marissa disguised herself and stealthily exited the hotel through the rear door with the two children in tow. Thirty minutester, they arrived at the Sanchez family’s residence
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