Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1623

Mars never really knew much about how Milka’s parents got along. Back then, he was at the height of his own chaos—barely out of his teens, already rising up the ranks, juggling multiple defense projects. Everything he’d achieved was built on sleepless nights and stubborn grit.

All he wanted was for Milka, when she finally came to him, to have a life with fewer bumps and more comfort.

During that stretch, Mars was running on fumes—sometimes he’d go three days and barely catch five hours of sleep. The moment he stumbled out of some dense jungle, eyes bloodshot from exhaustion, he’d reach for his phone and call her just to say, I’m safe.

He’d ask how her classes were going.

But this time, when Milka answered, she told him her parents were on the brink of divorce over something small. “Seriously? They’re splitting up over that? Marriage isn’t about who’s in charge. Try talking to your mom—help her see there’s no need to blow things up.” Always the practical guy, Mars saw things through a man’s lens.

The comfort Milka craved from him just wasn’t there. She knew exactly how her mother felt. “Why does Dad get to order everyone around at home? Why should Mom always have to give in? She’s a person too—why should she have to swallow her pride?”

“Why are you so upset? It’s just a fight; you can smooth things over.” In the background, Mars’s team was shouting for him to get in the car. “I gotta go. Try to calm things down, I’ll call you from the dorm.”

He hung up and climbed into the truck, feeling worse than before.

One of his buddies nudged him with a grin. “Come on, Commander White, we just nailed the mission, you even talked to your girl—why the long face?”

“Women. Impossible to figure out,” Mars muttered, brushing it off.

But Milka couldn’t let it go. The thought stuck with her—would Mars expect her to just bow her head and keep quiet if they were together?

She never even got the chance to talk it through with him.

Her parents’ marriage hit rock bottom. “We’re getting a divorce.”

“Fine,” Jupiter said flatly, turning to his aide. “Go get the paperwork.” Like he’d been waiting for this day.

Jupiter was furious but wouldn’t give in. He packed his things and moved back to the office.

Abby moped around the house, barely holding it together. “Milka, why don’t you get away for a bit? Mars is at the base—go see him, clear your head. Don’t let this get to you.”

Maybe neither of them ever thought it would come to divorce.

Milka just shook her head. “I don’t feel like going. What about you, Mom? What are you going to do now?”

Abby gave a sad little smile. “Let me think about it. You just focus on your studies, okay? The sooner you get that sorted, the better.”

It wasn’t Mars or the Arrowood family pressuring Milka to have a job before marriage—it was something Jupiter and Milka herself had decided. In their minds, a girl shouldn’t get married unless she had a steady career of her own.