Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Throw Them Out

The living room fell into an eerie silence, the atmosphere seemingly frozen in place.

Mrs. Hayes’ face turned visibly pale, her lips trembling as she stammered in a panicked tone, "Logan, I... I didn’t mean it that way..."

Selina raised an eyebrow, a trace of mockery flashing in her eyes. Moments ago, this very Mrs. Hayes, so eager to slap her, now cowered before Logan. A classic two-faced hypocrite—truly a master at tailoring her attitude to her audience.

Logan narrowed his eyes slightly, a suffocating pressure radiating from his gaze. "Oh? Then, Mrs. Hayes, what exactly do you mean?"

That single sentence landed like a heavy hammer on Mrs. Hayes’ heart. She flinched, hastily stammering, "Logan, Selina... someone like her doesn’t deserve you! She... she caused her mother’s death. The entire Clark family says she’s a cursed star, born to bring misfortune!"

Her words gained momentum, and her tone grew more self-assured. "She’ll ruin you too! My daughter, on the other hand, has always been the Hayes family’s lucky charm. Only with her can you ward off disaster and thrive!"

Logan’s thin lips curved into a brief, icy smile.

Before Mrs. Hayes could continue, that cold chuckle silenced her, leaving her frozen in place. She swallowed her remaining words nervously. "Logan, I... I’m only doing this for your own good..."

"A cursed star?" Logan’s voice was so calm it bordered on icy detachment. "Mrs. Hayes, do you think I’d be afraid of a so-called curse?"

For a moment, both Mrs. Hayes and Butler Wilson broke out in cold sweats. Of course. The entire Reid family, from top to bottom, feared Logan, believing him to be a harbinger of misfortune. How could he possibly care about such baseless superstition?

Logan didn’t spare them another glance, his voice cutting like a blade. "See her out."

"See me out?" Mrs. Hayes flinched at the words but quickly suppressed her fear and began pleading again. "Logan! You can’t be so heartless! My daughter is more understanding and talented than Selina. How can you bear not to marry her? She’s loved you wholeheartedly since she was a child. What will she do if you abandon her now?"

Selina scoffed at that, her tone tinged with playful amusement. "Mrs. Hayes, your logic is truly fascinating. By your reasoning, as long as someone admires Logan, he’s obligated to marry them? Should he spend his whole life doing nothing but getting married?"

Mrs. Hayes choked on her retort, nearly losing her breath in frustration. How dare this Selina—a nobody—mock her, an elder of Logan’s?

Fury surged within Mrs. Hayes. She raised her hand in a fit of rage, shouting, "Shut your mouth!"

As the slap descended, Selina sidestepped lightly, effortlessly dodging it. However, the force of the motion caught her necklace, snapping it.

Without the necklace to conceal it, the scar where her neck met her chest was exposed for all to see.

Mrs. Hayes’ eyes lit up as though she’d uncovered a shocking secret. She shrieked excitedly, "Logan! Look! She has a scar on her chest! How could someone like her be worthy of becoming Mrs. Reid? Marrying her is a complete joke!"

Butler Wilson chimed in, his disdain barely veiled. "Exactly, young master. The matriarch selected so many accomplished debutantes for you, each far superior to this woman. Bringing someone with such a scar to a gala would utterly disgrace the Reid family!"

The two of them carried on, their faces twisted in contempt, as if Selina’s scar were an unforgivable sin.

Logan’s expression darkened abruptly, a chilling aura radiating from him. His voice dropped, cold and menacing, brimming with murderous intent. "It seems Mrs. Hayes has grown too comfortable and forgotten who I am."

Then, in an icy tone, he commanded, "Jack!"

The ominous tension finally struck Mrs. Hayes, her face turning ashen in an instant. She shook her head frantically, her voice a panicked jumble. "Logan, no! That’s not it! I was only doing it for your own good! Please, listen to me—let me go! Let go of me!"

Jack, clearly losing patience, stepped forward and grabbed her with one hand, his voice cold and unyielding. "Mrs. Hayes, excuse me."