Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 216

Chapter 216: The Jealousy Is Overflowing
Logan raised an eyebrow. “Cheating?”

Someone in the crowd shouted, “Yeah, Selina cheated with Mr. Butler. The evidence is clear—we all saw it!”

The loudest voice came from White, the same woman who tried to humiliate Selina the day before.

“Mr. Reid, we know you care about Miss Angelica, but you can’t let Selina off the hook because of that! Sisterhood? Selina clearly doesn’t see Angelica as her sister!”

“Exactly! Miss Angelica, why are you being so kind? Selina won’t even appreciate it. She’s the one who slept around, yet you’re the one taking the fall!”

Angelica’s eyes welled with tears. “Please… everyone, stop saying that…”

“Cheating with Mr. Butler, and those hickeys as proof—”

Logan let out a quiet laugh, his fingertips brushing the mark on Selina’s neck, sending a shiver through her. She shot him a glare as he said slowly, meaningfully:

“I left that mark myself. When did it become Mr. Butler’s? Or are you all trying to say…”

His voice was calm—too calm. So calm it chilled the air.

“…are you trying to say my actions need your approval? A kiss between husband and wife is hardly scandalous, but to you, it’s apparently an unforgivable offense. What is it—do I offend you?”

Silence fell. A wave of panic swept through the crowd.

Offend Logan Reid? Question his personal life? Were they insane?

But… what about the hickeys…?

Selina glanced around, locking eyes with Angelica’s stunned expression. Then she slipped her arm through Logan’s and said in a pitiful voice:

“Logan, that’s exactly what I said earlier. What’s wrong with a married couple being affectionate at night? But Angelica insisted—insisted—that she knows you best. That you’re too cold and restrained to ever leave a mark like this, so the only explanation must be that Mr. Butler did it.”

“She said that. Everyone believed her, not me, Mrs. Reid. Then they all called me a cheater…”

She wiped a nonexistent tear. “I told them I was with you the whole night. Angelica said she didn’t believe me—and just like that, they didn’t either. I’m really confused. Who is Angelica, exactly? What gives her the right to speak for you?”

Gasps rippled through the room. Angelica’s face went pale, then flushed red. “Logan, that’s not what I meant. I only thought Selina—”

“Oh? Are you trying to say Logan lied about the hickeys to protect my reputation? So in your eyes, he’s that easy to manipulate?”

Angelica looked like she might faint.

She couldn’t understand why Logan was siding with Selina. Did they… really sleep together last night?

But why? What did Selina have that she didn’t?

Selina ignored her and turned to Mr. Butler, mocking, “You said I seduced you? I already have a husband like Logan—why on earth would I go after you? What could I possibly want from you?”

Exactly. Logan hadn’t denied anything. Which meant Selina really had spent the night with him. If Mr. Reid hadn’t rejected her, why would she go cheat with an older, less attractive, less powerful man?

Selina tucked her hair behind her ear. “Mrs. Butler, you might want to take a closer look at the people around you. Stop jumping to conclusions. Just because Angelica says something doesn’t make it true. Are you sure I’m the one your husband’s sleeping with?”

Mrs. Butler stumbled back a few steps, then spun around and grabbed Mr. Butler by the collar, screaming, “TELL ME! Which tramp did you sleep with?!”

From the crowd, Miss White tried to slip away—but Jack caught her red-handed.

“Look—Miss White’s got hickeys on her neck too!”

“And come to think of it… didn’t her room have some weird noises last night?”

“Yeah, and wasn’t Mr. Butler seen leaving her room this morning?!”

Mr. Butler’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor.

Mrs. Butler suddenly understood everything. Screaming, she lunged at Miss White and slapped her across the face—hard and fast, again and again. “It was YOU! Seducing my husband?! Go to hell!”

Selina watched it all unfold with an air of calm amusement. “Angelica, Miss White is your friend, right? You didn’t frame me just to cover for her, did you?”

Mrs. Butler shrieked again and grabbed Angelica by the collar, yelling, “And YOU! I trusted you! You and that little tramp lied to me together! This morning—you told me you saw my husband leaving Selina’s room! Are you proud of yourself?!”

Everyone stood there, completely stunned.

So that was the truth all along?

Luke’s tone dripped with mockery. “Ohhh, so the woman Mr. Butler cheated with… is Angelica’s friend.”

“One seduces married men, the other pins it on her own sister—wow, birds of a feather really do flock together.”

A chill passed through the crowd. If Selina hadn’t proved her innocence, she wouldn’t be standing here with her dignity intact. And Mrs. Butler would’ve missed the real homewrecker. Angelica’s scheme was absolutely ruthless.

Sensing the shift in the crowd’s attitude, Angelica paled. She quickly shook her head. “No, I didn’t—it’s not like that, I really didn’t know…”

“Logan, you believe me, right? I’d never frame my own sister—I swear…”

Selina arched a brow and leaned in, her voice low and teasing as she breathed softly into Logan’s ear, “Angelica is begging for mercy now.”

Logan glanced at Selina coolly. “Where’s Jacob?”

Selina blinked. “Huh? What does this have to do with Jacob?”

Logan’s tone was laced with deeper meaning. “Since he’s not here, I’ll teach you how to ski today. Let’s go.”

As they walked away together, Angelica stared at their backs, rage surging to the surface.

No. She couldn’t let Selina have the upper hand. This was her last chance!

Silently, she dialed a number and gave a few short instructions before heading toward the ski slope.

…

Selina picked up fast—she was already skiing on her own by now. “I don’t need you to teach me.”

Logan turned slightly, eyes calm. “Don’t need me? Would you prefer Jacob to teach you, Mrs. Reid?”

Selina: “…?”

Why was Logan bringing up Jacob every few minutes? What did he have to do with any of this?

She was just about to say something when she caught a glimpse of Angelica heading into the deeper part of the ski area with a man—looked like a ski instructor.

Selina blinked in surprise. “Huh, how come Angelica isn’t clinging to you anymore?”

Others noticed too.

“Didn’t Clark say she wanted Mr. Reid to teach her? Why’d she wander off with a ski coach?”

“She made such a fool of herself earlier. Mrs. Butler slapped her twice. Honestly, I’m surprised she even showed her face.”

Selina clicked her tongue. “Logan, don’t forget—your lifesaver still has a second request. Aren’t you going to go fulfill it?”

Logan paused. His gaze drifted slowly down her shoulder, then he looked away and replied casually, “Mrs. Reid, that jealousy of yours is about to spill over.”