Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle'-Chapter 387: Drawing the Line with a Coward

Joe stood in a daze, his mind blank.

On the ground, Angelica was still begging him for help—one moment cursing Selina, the next laughing hysterically, screaming that she was the true heiress of the Morris Family. She looked completely insane.

Meanwhile, Logan calmly walked Joe through everything that had happened over the past decade.

He told him how Selina had lived under the Clark Family after Victoria’s death. How they exploited her. How Angelica hired a hitman to kill her. How she hunted Selina like prey.

But Logan wasn’t recounting this to gain sympathy or pity for Selina. No.

He was making a point.

Logan’s voice was unhurried, almost casual:

"Chairman Morris, how does it feel to team up with your daughter’s enemies and help them bully your own child? Feels good?"

Joe shook his head, horrified. "Selina, listen to me—I didn’t know..."

Logan pressed on, chipping away at Joe’s excuses.

"You helped the biological daughter of the woman who killed Victoria torture your own daughter. That must’ve been satisfying, huh?"

"No—it wasn’t like that. They never told me the truth..."

Selina finally spoke. Her tone was flat. She had no expectations for this man, so she couldn’t even be disappointed. Still, she couldn’t help but marvel at his cowardice.

"Chairman Morris," she said calmly, "I’m cutting all ties with you." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Joe snapped, his voice unhinged. "I don’t agree to that!"

"I’m not asking for your opinion," Selina said coolly. "I’m informing you."

"You and my mother were never legally married. You had no legal connection to her. I’m her daughter—I belong to her. So no, you don’t have the right to use her name to pester me."

Selina gave him a cold smile.

"Chairman Morris, remember this—not only do I have nothing to do with you, but my mother had absolutely nothing to do with you either."

"No marriage, no license—what kind of ’husband and wife’ were you pretending to be?"

Back then, Joe had used underhanded methods to make Victoria’s real fiancé "disappear." But thanks to Grandma Morris’s hatred for Victoria, he couldn’t even marry her in the end.

A man who wanted it both ways. A classic manipulative coward.

Joe was unraveling. In that moment, the mighty chairman of the Morris Family looked more like a broken man begging on the street.

He was terrified—terrified that his daughter was rejecting him, that everything connected to Victoria was slipping through his fingers. He was on the edge of losing his mind.

Most of all, he was haunted by one thought: How will I ever face Victoria after I die?

Regret came crashing down on him like a tidal wave, nearly drowning him.

Joe chased after Selina like a madman, tears streaming down his face.

"Selina, please... I’m your father, I am! Just look at me—just once..."

"Why, Selina? If you exposed Angelica’s true identity, doesn’t that mean you still care?"

"If you care... why won’t you acknowledge me as your father?"

"The Morris Family can give you everything—wealth, power, status. Why won’t you take it? You’re Victoria’s daughter. You’re my daughter too..."

Selina finally stopped walking. Her voice turned to ice.

"Chairman Morris, I didn’t expose Angelica because I cared about this identity."

"I did it because I couldn’t stand to let her call my mother ’Mom.’"

"That’s it. Something that simple—why can’t you understand it? Did you ever really care about my mom?"

Her words hit Joe like a sledgehammer. His mind went blank. The sun was still shining, yet everything around him felt dark and cold.

But no one pitied Joe.

Whether it was for the sake of a daughter he claimed to love, or a woman he claimed to cherish, he should’ve done his homework. The evidence had always been there—he simply chose not to believe it.

And now, to come begging Selina for forgiveness and trying to guilt-trip her?

He was lucky she even gave him the decency of a response.

An engagement party ended in a way no one could’ve predicted.

The internet had exploded. Angelica’s crimes were undeniable—set in stone. Even her most diehard fans didn’t dare defend her now. Anyone who tried would be mobbed.

Angelica was completely finished. The Clark Family had been nailed to the wall of public disgrace. Grandpa Clark couldn’t do anything about the financial hole in the company and didn’t even dare leave his house.

Grandpa Reid had already left with his people the moment the situation spiraled out of control.

Now that everything had settled, the guests exchanged awkward glances before quietly taking their leave.

An hour later, the entire Sapphire Valley Villa fell silent.

"It’s over," Logan said as he instructed his staff to clean up the venue. "The place is a mess—we’ll stay elsewhere tonight."

Selina, who had been on edge the whole time, finally relaxed when she heard the words it’s over.

It was over. Really over.

Angelica was headed to prison. Her ties with the Morris Family were severed. That alone felt like a massive relief.

Logan lightly tapped her forehead. "You’re exhausted. Take a few days off."

Selina didn’t object. "You said we’re going elsewhere. Where?"

Because the villa had been fully decked out to stage the engagement party—complete with flowers and balloons—Selina was more than happy to leave it behind. She didn’t want to see any of it. So she agreed to Logan’s plan.

Logan gave a small smile. "You’ll see. Let’s go."

Selina clicked her tongue. "Sounds like it’s someplace fancy."

...

And it really was.

Nestled between the mountains and water, the place looked like a palace. Every corner was stunning.

Logan brought her into the largest guest room with the best view.

Incredibly, there was a full-grown pear tree right in the middle of the living room, enclosed in glass, still blooming with flowers.

Selina was amazed. "Even the palaces on TV don’t compare to this. Is this resort one of your properties?"

When they arrived, she’d roughly estimated that the estate covered a massive area, with interconnected pavilions, towers, and bridges. Definitely the kind of place rich people fought to book.

But Logan shook his head. "Private residence. Not open to the public."

Selina was stunned. "Not open to the public?"

The land, design, landscaping, and upkeep alone would cost billions. And it wasn’t generating any income?

"Mrs. Reid seems awfully concerned about my finances," Logan said, pausing thoughtfully. "This land was left to me by Anna."

Selina raised an eyebrow. "Anna? Amelia and Owen didn’t manage to snatch it from her?"

"They couldn’t," Logan said with a faint smile. "She stated clearly in her will that it was for me. The design and landscaping—it was all her vision."

That’s why the estate remained closed to outsiders.

Selina looked out the window at the breathtaking view. "Then let’s stay a few more days."

"Of course. This place is entirely mine. Unless I let him in, Joe doesn’t get past the gate."

That reassured Selina.

But that peace didn’t last long.

She turned off her phone, stayed offline, didn’t answer any calls, and spent two relaxing days enjoying the estate.

She’d thought she could live like this indefinitely. But on the third morning, a phone call woke her up.

Logan’s phone had run out of battery. The manager of Pear Blossom Estate couldn’t reach him, so the call was forwarded to the guest room.

Annoyed, Selina answered groggily—but before she could say anything, she heard several voices in the background on the other end.

"Wow, Pear Blossom Estate is huge! This place is stunning! I had no idea there was somewhere this nice in City A. Madam Nelson, can we stay here too?"

Selina sat up instantly.

Who? Madam Nelson?

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