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.

bag in his hand. His longish hair almost covered the entire upper part of his face, making it

actor like her sister might work with on one of

man… was he really

a number of causes that could set someone on the streets, and most of them carried elements of instability. She knew that taking him in like

were tribal animals after all. They needed

indifferent, but to her, it was

“I… I thought you wouldn’t come

at her. “I just went

into the room, and closed the door. Then, she saw two white

smiled gently and felt that her whole body

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

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

cruel to her. Her beloved grandpa and mother died only

movements as the took the prayer candle from her bag that she’d bought on the way home along with a framed

was a black-and-white photo of a man. The man in the photo was about sixty years old. His eyes crinkled up in a smile that

the candles

kissed the photograph

that pays well enough for me to feed myself. You can rest in peace, and in the future, I will only live a better and

and looked at the woman in front of him with a smile on her lips. However, her almond-shaped eyes looked misty. The light of the candle and the light of the lamp in the corner of the room mixed together and caused shadows to dance across

had arched eyebrows, a small nose, and pink lips. She was not at

had been a rare beauty. To Jason,

to say some kind words and to acknowledge her Grandpa’s passing, but fresh out of prison and working in a sanitation center, to say

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

bring her joy. After a moment, she turned to look at the man in the photo again. “So, I am doing really good,

she respectfully bowed to the photo. She closed her eyes and though her lips

and opened her eyes. “Alright, I’ll clean up

“Sure,” he responded easily.

him sit. He washed his hands and set out

didn’t hum and there was no sound in the room, there was a rhythm to her motions as

and a plate of some egg

It smelled delicious.

brought back and rather than eat them out of the back she set them out formally

She’d been the one to give him