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.

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 at a glance, but she

clothes, she would’ve thought him an actor like her sister might work

he really

why? Drugs, mental illness, violent tendencies? There were a number of causes that could set someone on the streets, and most of them carried elements

humans were tribal animals after

was low and indifferent, but

“I… I thought you wouldn’t

her. “I just

pulled him into the room, and closed the door. Then,

gently and felt that her whole body seemed to

Her family abandoned her, but some homeless stranger

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

grandpa and mother died only a few days

candle from her

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

candles

the photograph

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

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

was not at all bad-looking, but he’d seen

his fiancée, had been a rare beauty. To Jason, Grace’s looks were only

was the anniversary of her Grandpa’s death. He understood her to need to say some kind words and to acknowledge her Grandpa’s passing, but

then turned her head and looked at him. She smiled. Under the

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

and though her lips moved, whatever words she said were between her and her grandpa or

opened her eyes. “Alright, I’ll clean up and make some soup. Let’s have

“Sure,” he responded easily.

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

pot of soup on the table between them and a plate of some egg frittata she’d mixed up with leftovers from the refrigerator, he

It smelled delicious.

thanked him profusely for the buns he’d brought back and rather than eat them out of the back

at that. She’d been the one