Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222: Is He Going to Divorce Her?

The entire comment section was going crazy.

[Wait, what?! Is it true that only family members were allowed on this ski trip?!]

[Yeah, the ski resort belongs to Luke, and he made the rules. All the other guests brought their spouses, kids, or parents. But Mr. Reid brought Angelica—doesn’t that basically confirm she’s his wife?]

[That’s solid proof! But then how did Selina get there?]

[She must’ve tagged along with Angelica. If Angelica is Mrs. Reid, then Selina’s just the sister-in-law. If your sister-in-law wants to come, you can’t say no, right?]

[Selina has no shame...]

[Not only did Selina crash the trip, she almost got Angelica killed. Mr. Reid is definitely going to get revenge for her. Selina’s done for!]

...

After scrolling through several trending topics, Selina saw more of the same. Her lips pressed into a thin line.

Why did Angelica and Amanda dare to push these headlines?

Logan had specifically said the matter wasn’t to be made public and that he’d personally find the person behind it. So how could Angelica go over his head and make it explode online?

Damien’s voice came through after a long silence. "Selina, do you want me to handle this for you?"

Selina snapped out of it. Wait—what was she thinking? Logan had said he believed her. If she doubted him now, wasn’t she falling right into Angelica’s trap?

"No need. I’ll handle it. But... there are a few things I’d like you to help me look into."

Damien raised an eyebrow. "You don’t usually ask for favors. Shoot."

"Help me find out who’s backing Angelica in the entertainment industry. How does she have so much power? Also, I want every detail of her schedule from four years ago re-checked."

She paused. "And one more thing—the ski instructor..."

"That won’t be hard," Damien replied. "I can trace everything, but restoring the video will take time. Your birthday’s coming up—by then, you’ll have the full truth."

Selina blinked. Her birthday was coming? She’d nearly forgotten...

After hanging up, she waited a bit for Logan to return. When he didn’t, she reached for her phone to call him—only to hear a ringtone coming from her luggage.

Selina froze. Logan’s phone had been in her bag the entire time.

Which meant... she had no way of reaching him.

As she was about to put the phone back, it buzzed twice with incoming texts. _{freewebnøvel.com}

[Logan, thank you. I’m feeling better now. Thank you for helping smooth things over with the production team and sponsors.]

Selina’s eyes widened. That number—Angelica?!

Before she could process, a second message came in:

[Let’s not pursue what happened with me, okay? Selina’s young. If she really ended up in jail, I know you’d worry. She is your wife, after all.]

[By the way, I asked Uncle Clark about the divorce. If you want to go through with it, the Clark Family supports you anytime.]

Selina stared at the word divorce, her eyes darkening.

She wasn’t stupid.

These three messages, read together, clearly implied:

Logan agreed to let Angelica’s PR team control the narrative.

He helped her keep her endorsements and acting gigs.

And—he asked about divorcing Selina.

Divorce?

Logic told her not to believe anything until she spoke to Logan directly. Why would he want a divorce out of the blue?

But those three texts, combined with the comments online pairing Angelica and Logan like a destined couple, filled her chest with a dull ache—like something inside had cracked open and let the cold seep in.

Selina suddenly felt lost. She had been waiting for Logan at the hotel—

but where was he?

Angelica had already regained consciousness, yet he still hadn’t returned. Why? Didn’t he know she was waiting?

Everything she had been holding on to for support suddenly felt like it had crumbled. Selina couldn’t stay there any longer.

She grabbed her suitcase, turned around, and went straight to the airport.

She booked the earliest flight and flew back to City A in the middle of the night.

She needed to go somewhere familiar, somewhere that made her feel safe—somewhere she could be alone and think.

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