He sneered, his eyes softening slightly at the edges. "Livia is just stubborn and soft-hearted. She only said those things in the heat of the moment, no need to take them seriously. Besides, her dream since childhood has been to marry me. There's no way she'd really want to break up with me."
"She's been waiting for 23 years to marry me and her birthday is coming up soon. She wouldn't be foolish enough to truly fall out with me now. Besides, I think she's been through enough this time. Maybe tomorrow she'll come to her senses and beg me not to leave her."
"I have to admit, Malva, your method is really effective. I've noticed Livia has been much more subdued lately."
But as soon as he closed his eyes, the image of her bloodstained body and her indifferent gaze flashed in his mind.
His heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed, a mix of pain and bitterness rising within him.
Malva bit her lip, her hand holding the teacup starting to feel sore. She extended the cup forward and replied, "But Livia..."
Just then, the phone vibrated and Mitchel leaned back on the sofa as he swiped the screen.
"Mitchel, the custom wedding dress is ready. Would you like to come and take a look?"