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.

part of his face, making it difficult for people to see him clearly at

him an actor like her sister might work with on one of the TV series.

he really a

violent tendencies? There were 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 this was an impulsive decision

humans were tribal animals

voice was low and indifferent, but to her, it was the sweetest

suddenly felt tight. “I… I thought you

stared at her. “I just went out to buy

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

whole body seemed to be much more relaxed

it? Her family abandoned her, but some homeless stranger was the one to

light a candle for my Grandpa and mother. Today is the anniversary of his

beloved grandpa and mother

from her bag that she’d bought on the way

the photo was about sixty years old. His eyes crinkled up in a

lit the candles and channeled

the

for me to feed myself. You can rest in peace, and in the future,

looked misty. The light of the candle and the light of the lamp in the corner

was not at

been a rare beauty. To

her to need 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 she was ‘doing well’ …was one hell of

who’s staying with me,” she said softly. She then turned her head and looked at him.

her joy. After a moment, she turned to look at

her eyes and though her lips moved, whatever words

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

“Sure,” he responded easily.

hands and set out plates and utensils before sitting at the

no sound in the room, there was a rhythm to her motions as if

table between them and a plate of some egg

It smelled delicious.

the buns he’d brought back and rather than eat them out of

been the one to give him