Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1667

Mars leaned forward. “Let’s put it this way. You treat my aunt and a stranger exactly the same, right? So, what if my aunt treated you just like she’d treat any other man? Imagine this—say my aunt’s a housekeeper, spending her days cooking meals, doing laundry, picking out clothes, cleaning up—only she’s doing all that for some other guy. Tell me, would you be okay with that?”

Jupiter slapped the table, bristling. “She’s waiting on some other man like that? What’s she playing at?”

“Dad! My mom—” Mars reached over, covering Milka’s mouth before she could speak. “Uncle, don’t get worked up. I’m just making a point.”

Jupiter scowled. “That’s a lousy example, and you know it.”

Mars grinned a little. “Maybe. But it’s still the heart of the problem. What’s the real issue here? It’s marriage. What do you see each other as? Business partners? Or your one and only?”

“Two people, total strangers, get married and spend decades together. By then, you’re family. But if you keep acting all high and mighty at home, you’re just turning your family into a day job.”

He paused, then added, “What is family, anyway? It’s nagging, arguing, making up, raising kids, fighting over groceries, and sometimes just tripping over each other’s shoes. You argue, you compromise, you have rough patches, but you stick it out together. You, though—you got used to being the boss, even at home. Only my aunt could put up with that for so long before finally calling it quits. If my dad ever tried that on my mom, there would’ve been fireworks—honestly, they’d probably be on round two in the next life by now.”

Milka glanced at Mars, wondering if he’d had one drink too many.

Jupiter, frustrated, waved them off. “No more drinks. I’m going for a walk, then turning in. This is all on me. I’ve never done anything right.” He let his aide help him up, still sulking.

Mars figured if they kept going, Jupiter would just flip the table.

He shot the aide a look. “Take care of him, alright?”

“And you, get going. It’s late.” Jupiter grumbled as he left, shooing them out.

Mars scratched his head. “Honestly, Milka, don’t take this the wrong way. Maybe it’s a guy thing, but I kind of get where he was coming from—even if he was wrong. Your dad definitely messed up, but your mom was stubborn too. She took you and moved abroad, and that’s how things ended up here.

If your mom had just given him the cold shoulder for a bit, trust me, he would’ve caved first—called her, apologized. Sometimes, you gotta let him stew, then let him save face. Couples—what can’t you get through together?”

He shrugged. “But it’s all water under the bridge now. No point hashing it out. That’s just how I see it. Your dad’s still the one who should take the biggest share of the blame.”

Milka thought back to those years, caught in the middle of it all. “I always felt like I just couldn’t do anything right.”

Mars shook his head. “No one could’ve done better. Family drama’s not something anyone else can solve. You were stuck between your parents, but you did great—don’t doubt yourself. I mean, look at Anya—she’s already worrying herself sick over me.”

Milka glanced out the window, smiling softly. “That silly girl.”