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.

of 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 at a glance, but she knew that under that mussed

her sister might work with on one of the TV series. He

a man… was he

most of them carried elements of instability. She knew that taking him in like this was an impulsive decision

animals after

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

throat suddenly felt tight. “I…

just went

to one side, pulled him into the room, and closed the

gently and felt that her whole body seemed to

some homeless stranger was

eat together, but before that, I… wanted to light a candle for my Grandpa and mother. Today is

was cruel to her. Her beloved grandpa and mother died only a few

from her bag

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

lit the candles and channeled her

the

job 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 better

side 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

and pink lips. She was not

a rare beauty. To Jason, Grace’s

today 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 fresh out of prison and working in a sanitation center, to say she was ‘doing well’ …was one hell of

she said softly. She then turned her head and looked at him. She smiled. Under the light of the candles, she seemed to glow from

was like his presence in and of itself was enough to bring her joy. After a moment, she turned to

this, she respectfully bowed to the photo. She closed her eyes and though her lips moved, whatever words she said were between her and her grandpa or

before she nodded and opened her eyes. “Alright, I’ll clean up and make some soup.

“Sure,” he responded easily.

help, but she bid him sit. He washed his hands and set out plates and utensils before sitting at the small table and watching

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

set a pot of soup on the table between them and a plate of some egg frittata

It smelled delicious.

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

lips twitched at that. She’d been the one to give him