All Chapters of My Secret Marriage : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ronan was all but irritating her.He lied and lied and kept lying, telling her that he had nothing to do with Eileen. And of course, he could say that over and over again with every opportunity that presented itself. But he didn't clarify things when it mattered.Four years ago he had told her that Eileen was back. And wasn't it because he wanted her to leave him alone? Because he wanted to make room for his precious Eileen?"Must you be this way, Isabella? Must you misinterpret every word I say? Twit it around and make it so unrecognizable from what is actually true?"He knew she was drunk, he knew she was seeking to toss out the worst kind of things from her mouth, possibly simply for the sake of annoying him, but his patience with her had worn so thin that everything she said made him want to strangle her."Ronan, be careful with how you are provoking me. You are really making me angry. Isabella said heatedly, seeing her anger mirrored in Ronan's eyes, "And in this mood, there's no

"You want to go home because you are Simon's daughter, you want to identify with your ancestors. But let me remind you of what you are, what you truly are. You are the daughter of an illegitimate daughter. So you better know your place." Isabella said and looking at the hand that had once held on to her, she wrinkled her brows and turned off the faucet, before washing her hands repeatedly.Eileen stared at Isabella's movements with hatred as well as, fear in her heart, and her body trembled. In addition to the pitiful look she kept portraying, nothing made Isabella as glad as the look the way she looked like she yearned to strangle her.What she yearned for was her reaction. The way she looked like she wanted to kill her, even when they both knew that they couldn't kill her."Isabella I have endured your vitriol again and again. I have let you ridicule and scold me again, but now all I truly want is to go home. I want to go home, Isabella.""What home? The one my mother owned? The one

Ronan rushed outside, looking for Isabella, and in the end, found her with Connor, his coat around her.He watched as Connor Looked at her intensely. And there it was, the man's love, for everyone to see.Couldn't Isabella see?Of Course, she could! After all, it was for this man that she was trying to get a divorce for him."Damned woman." he cured.~~~~In the car, Isabella looked out of the window. Ireland was beautiful at night, but amidst all that beauty, she existed. Alone. The truth was, she what always been alone. It just took her a damn good long time to come to terms with the fact."Why did you even marry that man, anyway?" Connor asked. He had not wanted to, but the way she looks outside, as though lost in an abysmal deep well of nothingness, he panicked with the urge to find her, to pull her out. Even if it meant facing the problem. "the guy is an absolute scumbag.""mmm," Isabella said, slowly returning to the present. She turned away from the window to look at him, "Four

Maeve sighed."What can I say, Bella? I know Ronan deserves this. He really hurt you. I see that. But I just had to try. I got a bit desperate and just had to try."Isabella looked at her sadly and shook her head,"The truth is, I had always known that he didn't like me. I guess I had just hoped that his heart would grow warm. I had hoped that things would get better between him and I. but now I know better. Some people's hearts just stay cold. But I need you to know that I didn't marry him for the money. I guess I was young and wanted to be with someone who gave me some kind of comfort. But I failed at it. I failed so badly." Isabella said and isn't manage to keep the sadness out of her eyes. Her eyes grew red and moistened with it. She lifted her hands and pressed her fingers to it. She hadn't wanted to speak about it, but when she opened her mouth, it was all that came out.It was as though a gate had opened up, and all her grievances flooded out. Then there was the fact that Ronan

Having seen the way Isabella had treated Simon, Ronan did not doubt that the woman was a totally different woman. This woman was proud of her status as the eldest granddaughter of the Shea family. An old family at that with a noble stand. She stood tall, this Isabella, and she would let no one trample her.Now she knew her place. Now she knew her to stand.In the three years they had been together, she put away the noble birth, so that every time she came before him, she humbled herself. And he forgot that it was blue blood that ran through her veins.But that was past.He looked down at the picture in his hand and ran his thumb over it,"But why Bella? Why did you do all that?" he wanted to ask her. He longed so much to ask the reason for doing all that she did.But he had been dialing her number for so long, with no reply, with no response from the woman he called.He trembled while he made the call again and again because he was afraid. He was afraid that what he knew was the truth