Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Blinded by Arrogance
Brother-in-law? Angelica’s man?

Whether in the past or now, Selina and Logan were the married couple. What was Angelica supposed to be?

Selina met Angelica’s smug gaze and suddenly smiled.

“Oh? So Logan’s now officially my brother-in-law? How come I didn’t know?”

Logan’s eyes narrowed coldly as he turned to look at Angelica.

Angelica shivered and quickly shook her head.

“Logan, they’re just talking nonsense. My fans are young—please don’t take them seriously, I know—”

“My dear sister brought me here to apologize, didn’t she?”

Selina suddenly cut her off, her voice icy as she stared at Angelica.

“Why all the extra chatter? Or do you actually want me to watch you flirt with Logan?”

“Selina…” Angelica gave a pitiful sigh. “You’re my sister. There’s no need to apologize. Logan is here, and we—”

“How could I not apologize?” Selina smiled sweetly.

“If I don’t, people will just say I bullied sweet Angelica again. Isn’t that right?”

Angelica’s expression froze. “I…”

“Angelica, make her apologize!” Amanda snapped, furious.

“Selina nearly got you killed, and she’s still acting so arrogant. If you don’t teach her a lesson, she’ll never learn right from wrong!”

Amanda’s voice grew sharper, “Selina, you said you’re willing to apologize—then admit it was intentional harm! Apologize right here on livestream!”

Angelica lowered her eyes, playing the helpless victim, making no attempt to stop her.

…

Meanwhile, at City A University, many students were watching the livestream.

Natalia chimed in with her usual fake-sweet voice.

“Selina has always resented Angelica. Honestly, I’m not surprised she did this. I just hope she learns to be better…”

One of the students from the university shot back: “Oh, give it a rest, Natalia! Who are you trying to fool with that fake innocent act?”

“I believe Selina. Angelica is just a shameless homewrecker.”

That comment immediately sparked outrage—Angelica had a lot of diehard fans at City A, and they exploded in fury.

“You students are all idiots! Just because you go to college doesn’t make you smart. Selina’s nothing but a bitch!”

“Exactly! Angelica is kind and amazing. Selina tried to kill someone—if you defend her, you deserve to rot with her!”

“If Selina didn’t do it, why is she even here apologizing? She’s guilty, period!”

“City A needs to expel her!”

…

Back in the hospital room.

Selina chuckled lightly at Amanda’s words and said slowly, “If I really did it, you wouldn’t need to force me—I’d apologize myself. But if I didn’t…”

She glanced at Angelica with a meaningful smirk.

“Sis, are you really sure you want me to apologize?”

A chill crept up Angelica’s spine. Something felt wrong.

But… all the evidence was gone. The ski coach had too much dirt on him—he wouldn’t dare say a word. There was no way Selina found anything.

No way. She’s bluffing. Angelica steadied herself.

“Selina, the ski coach confessed it himself—you paid him. I’m not trying to punish you, I just want you to admit your mistake and change—”

“That’s odd,” Selina tilted her head with a grin.

“That ski coach is your friend. So why am I the one who supposedly hired him to commit a crime? If I knew he was close to you, wouldn’t it be pretty dumb of me to try bribing him?”

“And let’s be honest—if you wanted to have me killed, would you pay off one of my friends?”

Angelica’s throat tightened when Selina mentioned “you wanted to have me killed.”

“Selina, what are you saying? I don’t understand… How could the ski coach be my friend? Even if you’re trying to avoid punishment—”

“If he’s not your friend, then why were you spotted dining with him—several times?”

Selina let out a cold laugh and cut her off, tossing a few printed photos onto the table.

“What’s the matter, Angelica? Do you just have a twisted kink for dining with hired killers?”

Boom—

The entire hospital room fell into stunned silence.

The photos were crystal clear: Angelica and the ski coach, dining together, attending concerts, going to the movies…

Who gets that cozy with someone they supposedly don’t know—especially a would-be assassin? This was hard proof: long before the coach ever “attacked,” he was already Angelica’s friend.

James’s face drained of all color. His knees gave slightly as he staggered back a step.

Angelica looked like she’d just been struck by lightning. Her carefully crafted, tear-streaked expression collapsed into sheer panic.

No way.

She had gotten rid of every copy of those photos—how did Selina get her hands on them?

What the hell was going on?

She screamed without thinking, “No—No! I don’t even know the ski coach’s name! Selina, why are you framing me with fake photos?!”

Amanda jumped in, shouting desperately, “Exactly! These photos are obviously fake! Anyone can Photoshop stuff like this nowadays—Selina, you’re disgusting!”

“Oh, I’m the one framing you?”

Selina’s tone dropped several degrees as her gaze turned icy. She stepped forward, slowly and deliberately:

“Let’s say you’re right and the photos are fake. Then what about the video?”

Her voice cut like a blade.

“Angelica, I really want to know—what did I ever do to you? What grudge do you have against me that you’d go this far… over and over… just to ruin me?”

She let out a dark chuckle, tapped twice on her phone, then turned it toward the camera.

“Oh, we’re still live? Perfect.”

Angelica’s eyes went wide in fear. “What are you doing?! Amanda, stop her—!”

Too late.

The video began to play. It was surveillance footage—complete with audio—from a private studio.

The figures onscreen? Amanda and the ski coach.

Everyone in the livestream held their breath.

In the video, Amanda slid a check across the table.

“Is this enough? All you need to do is say Selina paid you. I’ll handle the rest.”

The ski coach hesitated.

“But Selina’s not an idiot. If I say she hired me to kill someone, won’t she defend herself?”

Amanda smiled smugly.

“Don’t worry. Angelica will back you up. Just stick to the script.”

The coach hesitated again.

“But how’s Miss Clark supposed to help me? It’s a frozen ski resort. What is she gonna—”

Cut. End of video.

Stunned silence.

People gaped at the screen, shocked into speechlessness.

This… this was insane.

The supposed “killer” and the victim’s own assistant—on camera, conspiring to frame Selina for attempted murder.

Even a few nurses whispered in disbelief.

“Wait—this was all staged? The whole ‘attempted murder’ was just a setup?”

“The ski coach wasn’t hired by Selina at all… Amanda paid him, and Angelica played along! That’s… that’s evil!”

Amanda was frozen in horror. “No—it’s not… it’s not what it looks like…”

Selina calmly slid her phone back into her pocket and sighed as if disappointed.

“Angelica,” she said softly, “we’re not blood sisters, but we still grew up together. Why did you have to do this?”

“If that charge had stuck, I’d be in prison right now. What did you gain from trying to destroy me?”

Her tone sharpened, cutting through the room like a blade.

“You were nothing more than the child of a mistress, the baggage Clark Family took in out of guilt. You were fed, clothed, and spoiled—treated better than me half the time. So tell me…”

“What the hell are you so bitter about?”