All Chapters of Till Divorce Do Us Part: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

ALEXAThe food was quite tasty, and I could rarely believe how much of it I was able to have, but even when I finished eating, Mark still didn’t arrive.“Well, how was it?” Alora asked, coming out of the kitchen.“This is really delicious, Alora,” I said, and meant the compliment. “You must thank the chefs who came up with these,” I added.“You are welcome,” she said.She snapped her fingers again and the chefs came out of the kitchen and took back the almost empty plates back to the kitchen.“I would like to head back upstairs,” I said, standing up.However, I was still deeply worried. What could be wrong? Where could Mark be? “Do you need me for anything?” Alora asked with concern.“I am not sure about that,” I said, fighting to give a smile that wouldn’t show how worried I was becoming. “However, if I do need anything, I believe I still remember that I would have to ring you on the intercom,” I added.“That’s right,” Alora said. “Do have a lovely rest,” she said.“Of course,” I sa

ALEXAI woke up and the first thought that came to my head was to look the other way, and by the side of the bed, Mark was sleeping.His lips were slightly open and he snored lightly as well, and that was enough to tell me that he was deeply asleep.He hadn’t changed his sleeping habit one bit.I swallowed hard as my mind involuntarily took me back to when we had recently gotten married and I would watch Mark sleep half of the night. Yes, that was how much I had been obsessively in love with Mark. Looking at him had made my heart swell with love and adoration, but all that began to drastically decline when I realized that he didn’t love me in return.He didn’t even like me half as much.I shook my head to get rid of the thought of Mark.“I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that,” I said to myself.The good thing was that he had stayed on his own side of the bed without rolling over to mine. We had both maintained distance, using the space of the bed, and that had been really good b

MARKBy the time Alexa and I got downstairs, Alora and her team had prepared a certain kind of special breakfast for us.“It is called the ‘love breakfast,’” she informed Alexa and me.One thing that stood out to me was the coffee. On the top of it was a love shape in brown color, and they did it in two coffee mugs.“Is this part of Mr. Porshia’s plan?” I had to ask.Instead of responding, Alora simply smiled and said, “Enjoy your meal, Mr. and Mrs. Mark Ronaldo.”The moment she said those words, I glanced at Alexa, knowing that she detested being addressed as my wife, and it was quick enough for me to catch her wincing. However, she tried to put up a fake smile after that.Alexa and I sat down to eat and we did so in silence, which was normal because keeping the silence while eating was the normal table etiquette. However, I could still feel some sense of tension between us. It was as though Alexa was impatiently waiting for something to trigger her anger because she didn’t want to b

MARKThere was just something about Alexa’s demeanor and mood that shifted when we got into Mr. Porshia’s house, and more, when she met the older man.It was as though every anger just melted away, but that wasn’t even my major concern right now.“Now, you both have to tell me how you met and everything in between!”I wasn’t expecting this from Mr. Porshia. Heck, I didn’t even know that the man was family oriented. When I worked for him several years back, he it was more of business for the both of us. I rarely even met his wife, and his kids, who were much younger at that time, were never in the public eyes, so I never really met them.We were close, but it was basically on the business level, so I was really surprised at this request, and the fact that even in his preparation for our arrival, he had concluded that the woman I was coming with was my wife.I never told Mr. Porshia that I got married.As a matter of fact, we hadn’t even talked since I left Toronto and went back to Pari

ALEXAWhy on earth did I spill that story?“Excuse me, but I would like to use the restroom,” I said, standing up immediately.I was so embarrassed that I could barely spend another second in their presence.“It’s the last door by your right at the end of the hallway,” Mr. Porshia described. “And take all the time you want,” he added as I walked out of the office.Goodness, I had allowed my fondness and connection with Mr. Porshia so into my head that I talked without reservation. If it was just myself and Mr. Porshia, I wouldn’t have felt this way, but it was only after I was done that I remembered that Mark was sitting right there.“And now, I have gone ahead and told him how madly in love I was with him,” I scolded myself.When I got to the restroom, I simply sat on the toilet seat to think about what just happened and what I had done to myself. I wasn’t feeling pressed at all, but I just needed space to get over this embarrassing feeling I was having deep inside my chest. It was s