His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 629

Chapter 629 

Edith’s forehead was slick with a sheen of cold sweat, her fingers clenched tightly around 

the bedsheets. 

She had always thought Jareth was more brawn than brain. Whenever she pulled a stunt, a little act of stubbornness, a sprinkle of charm, and she could gloss over any mistake. 

But now, she realized how terribly wrong she was! 

Jareth’s mind was sharp, piercing through her and Gary’s schemes with a single glance! The reason he had been duped time and time again was not due to his lack of wit, but because of his unconditional belief in her, his unwillingness to harbor suspicions. 

Now, they were no longer siblings but adversaries. 

Jareth stood as a formidable foe, a man who had outwitted Gary twice over. 

Gary stood rooted to the spot, seething, but Jareth lacked the patience for idle chatter with the old mutt. With the powerful stride of a man, he brushed past Gary, sending him stumbling comically, to stand before Edith. 

“Edith, I suggest you sit tight and keep as quiet as a church mouse,” Jareth’s eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, narrowed, the threat in his voice causing a tingling sensation on Edith’s scalp. “If you dare to mess with Evadne and Thad’s marriage, or so much as disturb my fiancée, not even the Almighty himself will be able to protect you. I. Will. Ruin. You.” 

Each word dripped with venom and spite. 

Edith’s eyes locked with Jareth’s fierce and icy gaze, a tumult of shock, rage, and despair swirling within her. 

The last time Jareth called her Edith, there was adoration in his eyes, a warm smile on his lips as he held her hand, his pride palpable as if he wanted the whole world to know 

talented sister. 

It felt like a lifetime ago. 

Jareth was her brother, hers alone. How did the care and affection that were meant for 

her end up being Marilla’s? 

There was a pang of pain in Edith’s heart, but as she recalled how Jareth had hurt her time after time for that woman, even considering her less than Evadne, who had been divorced and childless, all that remained was raw, unadulterated hatred. 

She thought, “Jareth, don’t blame me. This mess, this estrangement – it’s your doing, for not distinguishing between kin and stranger, for reaping what you have sown!” 

Mrs. Fairhaven watched with a heavy heart as her son threatened her daughter, the once harmonious and happy farnily now riven by enmity. She was torn apart inside, at a loss 

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for words and actions. 

As he prepared to leave, Jareth spoke up, his eyes shining with an earnest longing for marital bliss, “Mom, once the engagement is official, Marilla and I will have our ceremony. According to Elmsworth’s wedding traditions, as the future mother-in-law, you’re meant to pass down a family heirloom that you received from your father to Marilla.” 

Mrs. Fairhaven bit her lip, her eyes reflecting reluctance. 

“I figured you might be reluctant or unwilling. It’s okay, I understand, which is why I’m just giving you a heads-up.” 

Jareth smiled nonchalantly, glancing at his associate, who promptly draped a black coat over his shoulders with due respect, “If you really don’t want to part with the heirloom, I’ve got it covered, Dad left several collectible jewels with me before he passed. I’ll pick the finest one for Marilla and say it’s from you. For the sake of the Fairhaven family’s image, I trust you won’t object, right?” 

His casual remarks left Mrs. Fairhaven choked with emotion. 

After Jareth left the room, the air seemed to freeze,