When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1774 Separate But Do Not Divorce

Without hesitation, he took her tiny fingers in his own. Only then did Amelia relax, drifting back to sleep.

Madeline watched their quiet interaction, an indescribable feeling stirring in her chest.

Am I being too selfish? Always thinking about divorce, about taking custody... but Amelia clearly loves her father. And Darren-he truly is good to her.

Before she could dwell on it further, the car suddenly came to a sharp stop.

Before Madeline could even react, Darren's strong arms had already wrapped around her and Amelia, shielding them both.

Darren's gaze turned cold as he looked toward the driver. "What happened?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Faust. Someone suddenly rushed onto the road," the driver explained hurriedly.

Darren didn't press the issue. Instead, he simply instructed, "Drive slower."

"Yes, sir."

Meanwhile, Madeline remained in his arms, holding Amelia close. A whirlwind of emotions surged within her-too tangled to decipher.

Just then, Darren lowered his gaze, his eyes locking onto hers.

For a brief moment, neither of them spoke. A charged, unspoken tension filled the space between them.

Then, Amelia's small hand tugged at Darren's sleeve. "Daddy..." she murmured sleepily.

Darren finally snapped out of his thoughts, exhaling softly as he settled back into his seat.

The car cruised steadily down the highway. For some inexplicable reason, Madeline's heartbeat quickened. She turned to gaze out the window, keeping a distance from Darren.

Before long, they arrived at the Faust residence. Darren carried Amelia in his arms and strode forward, while Madeline silently followed behind.

The moment they stepped inside, Aliyah hurried over, her face filled with concern. "Is Ms. Faust all right?"

"It's nothing serious-just a mild fever and a cold," Darren reassured her as he handed Amelia over.

Aliyah let out a relieved sigh. "That's good, that's good."

She had always taken care of Amelia and never intended for the child to fall ill. Seeing her so weak and feverish had left her deeply worried.

Aliyah carried Amelia back to her room to rest.

Madeline was about to leave for work when Darren suddenly stopped her. "We need to talk."

She frowned slightly. "About what?"

As they stepped aside, Darren's voice lowered. "Are you seriously considering divorce?"

Madeline hesitated this time, unwilling to give a direct answer.

Her silence spoke volumes. Darren exhaled, his gaze darkening. "What if we separate but don't divorce?"

Madeline was confused. "What do you mean?"

"I want Amelia to have a complete family," Darren said, his tone calm but firm. "don't want her to experience the pain of her parents splitting up at such a young age. So, we won't divorce-but you can live your life however you like, as if you were single."

He paused briefly before adding, "Just don't let our daughter find out."

Nearly two years had passed since Madeline left home. At first, Darren had believed he could win her back, but as time went on, he realized the gap between them only widened.

Rather than holding onto someone who no longer loved him, perhaps it was better to let go.

Madeline stared at him in disbelief, momentarily stunned by his words.noveldrama

"In that case, there's no need to fight over custody," Darren continued, his voice steady. "When Amelia grows up, we can finalize the divorce."

Madeline hadn't expected such a drastic change in him. Once, he had been so desperate to keep her by his side that he controlled her every move, refusing to let her go.

After a long silence, she finally spoke. "All right."

Madeline had thought that once everything was settled, she would finally feel at ease. But even as she sat in the car on her way to the

company, an unshakable weigel

pressed down on her chest, lingering without relief.

At work, she found herself unusually distracted. Only when she fully immersed herself in tasks did she manage to push Darren's words to the back of her mind.

By evening, while most employees had left, Madeline remained at her desk, working overtime with no intention of going home.

Noticing the light still on in her office, Calvin hesitated for a moment before knocking and stepping inside.