My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 4

Evelyn’s face contorted with rage just as her father’s vicious slap connected with Grace’s face.

“What are you talking about!” her father screamed. “You drove a car into someone else and were locked up in jail because of it. Our entire family was shamed because of you. You don’t have a future anymore. Do you want to ruin your sister’s future as well?” His eyes were full of disgust for her.

“The one thing you did right was dating Sean Stevens and then you destroyed it all. We had so much respect from other businessmen and our relatives from that connection…”

Grace nodded, understanding that her father, Tony Cummins had been embarrassed.

Her relationship with Sean had afforded her dad the chance to claim a higher social ranking. When she fell… he did too. And her father resented her for it.

Her face burned and she knew she’d likely bear a bruise. But her expression remained calm as if she didn’t care at all.

“I originally just wanted to say a prayer for my mother—that was why you invited me back home, wasn’t it?—But now it seems there is no need for me to do it here. I won’t step foot in this house ever again.”

After saying this, Grace walked out of the house without looking back.

This place had never really been her “home,” and she should’ve stopped hoping for it to be a long time ago.

When Grace got to her apartment, the place was dark and the lights were off. When she turned on the lights, she was greeted by cold silence.

She could tell at a glance that there was no one else in the room.

Was Jason gone? Her heart suddenly felt a little empty. Which was silly, she knew. The man was a stranger. He’d helped her out, but he didn’t owe her anything, and she was very foolish to think he’d want to stay with her.

Grace let out a bitter laugh. She was alone. Again.

Something in her chest ached painfully at the thought as if acknowledging that even out of prison, she was still constricted, and destined to live out her existence without anybody.

Just as she was about to close the door, she saw a figure slowly walking towards her. She was stunned.

It was Jason.

his from yesterday while he held a bag in his hand. His longish hair almost covered the entire upper part of his face, making it difficult for people to see him clearly

would’ve thought him an actor like her sister might work with on one of

he really a homeless

could set someone on the streets, and most of them carried elements of instability. She knew that taking him in like this was an impulsive decision and could put her in danger, but… she couldn’t

humans were tribal animals after all.

indifferent, but to her, it was the sweetest

suddenly felt tight. “I… I thought you wouldn’t

“I just went

into the room, and closed the door. Then, she

felt that her whole body seemed to be much

wasn’t it? Her family abandoned her, but some

before that, I… wanted to light a candle for my Grandpa and mother. Today is the anniversary of his passing…as

beloved grandpa and mother died only a

prayer candle from her bag that

photo was about sixty years

candles and channeled her

kissed the photograph

good life. I have a job that pays well enough for me to

in front of him with a smile on her lips. However, her almond-shaped eyes looked misty. The light of

lips. She was not at all bad-looking, but he’d

been a rare beauty. To Jason, Grace’s looks

to say some kind words and to acknowledge her Grandpa’s passing, but fresh out of prison

person here who’s staying with me,” she said softly. She then turned her head and looked at him. She smiled. Under the light of the candles, she

After a moment, she turned to look

closed her eyes and though her lips moved, whatever

“Alright, I’ll

“Sure,” he responded easily.

him sit. He washed his hands and set out plates and utensils before sitting at the small table and watching her move around the

the room, there was a rhythm to her motions as if

of soup on the table between them and a plate of some egg frittata she’d

It smelled delicious.

back and rather than eat them out

that. She’d been the one to give