Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 223

Chapter 223: He Loves Only Her
Angelica had always thought Luke was an airheaded idiot—easy to fool. “Of course I know. You’re Young Master Luke, Logan’s younger brother.”

“No.” Luke enunciated every word clearly. “I’m the illegitimate son of the Reid Family. That’s a confirmed fact.”

Angelica’s expression stiffened. Was this guy out of his mind? Who cared whether he was illegitimate or not?

Before she could say anything, the little master added sarcastically:

“My mom was a mistress. I’ve seen all the tricks mistresses pull before they claw their way up. Angelica, everything you do reminds me of her.”

The room fell into stunned silence.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded.

Wait a second. What was Luke saying? That because he was a bastard, he knew exactly how mistresses behave? And Angelica reminded him of his mother—who everyone knew had slept her way into the family?

So basically, Luke was saying that Angelica was acting exactly like a mistress?!

Angelica? A mistress?!

Angelica’s face twisted with anger, contorted and ugly, but she couldn’t lash out. “Young Master Luke, you really do love to joke.”

Luke let out a cold laugh, turned around, and walked out—hopping on a plane straight back to City A.

Logan, go ahead and keep playing nurse to Angelica. If your wife ran off, you deserved it.

…

A few hours later, Logan got a message from Jack.

“Selina went back?”

“Young Master Luke said she returned to City A in the middle of the night, but Butler Miller said Madam didn’t return to Sapphire Valley Villa.”

Logan’s brow furrowed deeply. He turned and strode out. “Prep the private jet. I’m going back now.”

When he arrived at Sapphire Valley Villa, the first thing he saw was Grandma Perry.

“Grandma?”

“Logan.” She sighed, creasing her brows. “Selina came back, but she left quietly.”

Logan froze in place. “What did you say?”

“It’s my fault. Last night I spoke with Butler Miller, and Selina overheard…”

She recounted the story of discovering the “love letters.”

“What are you thinking, Logan? You can love Angelica if that’s how you feel, but you can’t be unfaithful in marriage. If you don’t want to be with Selina, then speak with her and divorce her respectfully before pursuing Angelica.”

“If you cheat while still married, how are you any different from your father?”

Logan stared down at the stack of “letters” on the table, his lips pressed tight.

“Grandma, I only love Selina.”

“Then these…” Grandma Perry gestured to the letters.

“They’re not love letters,” Logan said quietly. “They were just a way to find the woman who once saved me. Nothing more.”

Besides, the more he interacted with Angelica, the more he realized she was nothing like that woman. He never made the connection.

Grandma Perry still wasn’t satisfied. “Then what about the Twitter trending topics? It’s been more than ten hours—why haven’t you had them removed?! You left Selina waiting at the hotel this whole time and said nothing!”

Logan swallowed hard.

Over ten hours ago, after getting Angelica to the hospital, his body had been wracked with sharp, sudden pain—the hidden toxin in his system had flared up without warning. He lost consciousness for nearly ten hours, and when he woke, Jack’s message was the first thing he saw.

He rushed back immediately.

But he couldn’t tell Grandma Perry that. He didn’t want her to worry.

He lowered his gaze. “It was my mistake. Don’t worry. I’ll bring Selina home.”

Grandma Perry, unused to seeing Logan so quick to admit fault, didn’t know what to say for a moment.

“Logan, if you really care about her, then explain everything clearly. Don’t let her get hurt again. And make sure you deal with that Angelica situation properly.”

“I don’t care if she’s your so-called savior. You’re not married to her. If fate wanted you two together, it wouldn’t have gone like this. I won’t allow my grandson to become a man who betrays his wife.”

Logan nodded. “I understand.”

After sending Grandma Perry off, Logan turned and headed upstairs. Selina hadn’t brought many belongings to begin with, so even though she was gone, the Sapphire Valley Villa didn’t look any different on the surface.

But Logan could feel it—clearly and deeply. The entire villa felt hollow, deathly quiet, completely devoid of life.

It was as if even his heartbeat had stopped.

He took a deep breath, picked up his phone, and dialed Damien.

…

Brown Family Villa.

Selina sat with little energy, visibly unenthusiastic. Damien handed her a piece of fruit.

“Guess who just called me?”

Selina didn’t even look up. “Not interested.”

“Fair enough,” Damien said with a shrug. “But the fact that he called me means he knows you’re here. What if he comes to take you home?”

Selina’s expression didn’t change. “So what if he comes? That doesn’t mean I’ll go with him.”

Damien paused, then gave a low laugh, clearly entertained. “I didn’t even say who ‘he’ was. Selina, you just admitted it yourself.”

Selina’s expression froze for a moment.

Great. A verbal trap.

She turned her face away. “Even if he does show up… so what? I’ll just refuse to see him.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, a maid came rushing in. “Mr. Brown, you have a visitor.”

Damien’s eyes lit up like a kid about to watch a drama. “That fast? I’m impressed. Show him in.”

Selina nearly lost her composure. “Damien!”

He replied in a warm, gentle tone, “Relax. With me here, he won’t be able to take you unless you want to go. Besides, don’t you want to see how he tries to win you back?”

Selina wanted to say absolutely not, but before she could respond, approaching footsteps echoed from the hallway.

She froze—then turned quickly to leave.

“Miss Clark, why leave the moment you see me? Am I really that unpleasant?”

The voice was smooth, polite—not Logan’s.

Selina couldn’t tell if she felt relieved or disappointed. She turned around. “Jacob?”

“Who else were you expecting?” Jacob replied with a smile. “Sorry for dropping by unannounced, but I have something I think you’ll want to see.”

Damien narrowed his eyes slightly and waved the maid away.

Selina looked at Jacob curiously. “What do you want to show me?”

He pulled out a folder. “When you first got married, you probably looked into Logan’s background, didn’t you?”

“But did you ever think that what you found might’ve been altered? That someone wanted you to see those specific things—and made sure you couldn’t see the truth?”

Selina lowered her gaze, flipping through the documents—and her brow furrowed immediately.

The papers showed that while she was investigating Logan, someone had intentionally blocked her from uncovering the real story.

Jacob gave a low chuckle. “You thought you were marrying someone from the Carter family, but Logan’s surname is Reid. I’m sure you asked him about that, right? What did he tell you?”

Selina’s lips pressed into a tight line.

He told her he had changed his name—but he never once claimed his surname had ever been Carter.

She stared at the pages, reading incident after incident where Logan’s interference or misdirection had altered what she believed to be true. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

Was she heartbroken? Maybe not—because deep down, she’d always suspected she married the wrong man. But still, having that suspicion confirmed—ripping off the bandage and seeing the truth—still hurt.

Jacob put the folder away, then asked, his tone unreadable, “So, Miss Clark… now that you know Logan lied to you—what are you going to do about it?”