Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224: The Romantic Rival Strikes

"He knew full well that you had to marry someone from the Carter Family to reclaim your inheritance, yet he still kept the truth from you and deliberately misled you. Add in his murky relationship with Angelica..."

Jacob raised a brow. "So, Miss Clark, do you hate him now?"

Selina snapped back to reality. "What does that have to do with you?"

Jacob gave a faint smile. "Of course it has something to do with me. After all, I was the one you originally planned to marry. If you no longer like Logan, doesn’t that mean I might have a chance?"

Selina’s expression didn’t waver. "Sorry, Mr. Carter. You’re overthinking it."

Jacob didn’t seem bothered. "I figured you’d say that. I’m not trying to pressure you. Actually, I have another way to help you reclaim your inheritance—one that doesn’t involve marriage."

Selina arched a brow, sensing there was more to the story.

Sure enough, Jacob continued, "All I ask is for you to attend a private party I’m hosting."

Selina looked up at him. "You’re saying if I go to your party, you’ll help me get my mother’s inheritance back? Just like that?"

Jacob’s smile was disarmingly innocent. "Exactly."

He turned to leave. "Think it over, Miss Clark. It’s not a difficult ask—just attending a party to get back what’s rightfully yours. Seems like a good deal to me."

Selina couldn’t quite figure out her feelings toward Jacob—there was something about him that felt... off.

After he left, Damien asked, "So, are you going to the party?"

Selina shook her head, about to respond, when her peripheral vision caught sight of a sleek black car parked outside.

She blinked. Damien didn’t own that model, did he? Wait...

Damien clearly noticed too. His brow lifted. "Well, well... someone’s worried about you. Who knows how long he’s been standing out there. Leaving him in the cold might be a bit harsh. Want me to invite him in for some tea?"

Selina, remembering how Logan had deceived her, slammed the window shut. "No need! I’m going to bed!"

An assistant quietly asked Damien, "Should we let Mr. Reid come upstairs?"

Damien waved him off. "Let him stay out there. A little cold might teach him something—like not to take our Selina for granted."

...

Selina spent a long time upstairs, lost in thought.

She had kept lying to herself—Logan was once a Carter Family foster child, so technically he counted as family, which meant she could claim her inheritance. But now it was clear the Carter Family had severed ties with him, and he was never truly one of them.

She’d tested him again and again, and every time Logan managed to brush it off. And she... foolishly believed him.

She’d married the wrong person. She wouldn’t get her inheritance. And now, there was Angelica too...

For the first time in her life, Selina felt completely lost.

Should she get a divorce?

She knew the importance of cutting losses early. If she left now, she wouldn’t have to care who Logan got close to anymore. She wouldn’t have to feel hurt when he gave his attention to another woman.

But just thinking about divorce made her chest ache. _{freewebnσvel.cøm}

She stayed in her room until nightfall, skipped dinner, and finally came downstairs at 11:30, her stomach growling.

To her surprise, Damien was still in the living room. When he saw her, he casually said, "Just a heads up—cold front’s moving in tonight. City A’s supposed to get snow."

Selina frowned. "And?"

Damien nodded toward the front door. "That someone is still outside. He’s been standing there all day in nothing but a light coat. If it starts snowing and he’s out there all night... he’s going to freeze."

Selina’s gaze drifted involuntarily toward the door.

Logan stood tall, leaning against his car, a solitary figure in the dark like a shard of light in the night.

As if sensing her gaze, he looked up.

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