My Wife is a Sassy Queen

Jonathan was stunned, “You sent someone to follow her.”

She was unaffected, “So what?”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Jonathan sighed, “What was the issue with bride price?”

Emma cocked her brows, “Lester tried to change the betrothal from Anne’s girl to his step-daughter. The audacity to humiliate the Smiths with a mistress’s filth!”

She sneered, “I refused, of course. To spurn us, he said she has demanded a hotel, a golf club, and a winery. We agreed but transferred them to your wife’s name instead of his name.”

Jonathan was surprised. No wonder she was drugged and framed to be raped on their wedding night.

Emma continued, “Lester tried to get us to change it in a round-about way. His mistress-wife asked directly to give those to her brood. The nerve of them to make such demands. When it was refused, he demanded a 500 million cash gift. I reduced it to 100 million. Your wife returned it three days after your marriage with interest to boot. She had wanted to transfer the properties back as well, but I refused.”

She laughed and added, “Given how they have expanded over the years, it was a great choice. She has managed to expand it astonishingly well.”

Jonathan asked, “What was her maternal grandmother’s name?”

Emma thought for a while before she answered honestly, “Katherine Green, as far as I can remember.”

Jonathan listened some more and left.

All his doubts had been confirmed.

His wife was the girl he had always wanted to marry, and the one he had just partnered with.

On the other side, Liliana knew that Jonathan had been to his grandmother’s house.

It could only mean one thing, he had confirmed all his suspicions about her.

The ball was in his court.

She would handle it when he comes knocking. If he does not, she would pretend she did not know.

Jonathan drove to the hill and sat on the edge of a cliff for almost an hour.

He needed that to gather his courage for what he was going to face.

He did not know how to face himself or her.

He had hurt her, he had never been there for his children. He had two kids now. He did not even know how to process that or how to introduce himself to them.

He was angry. With her, with fate, with Aprices, but mostly with himself.

Why couldn’t he be there for her? Why was he so stupid to fall for Aprice’s tricks? Why did he not make the connection? Why did he leave her?

Why could he not ask her the first time he had doubts?

Why did she not tell him?

Jonathan stopped thinking and took several calming breaths – inhale-hold-exhale, inhale-hold-exhale.

Finally, he managed to calm himself after the longest hour of his life.