Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 198

Arwen was confused. She married a man thrice her father’s age? When did that happen? Her brows furrowed deeply as she stared at her mother, trying to understand what she even meant by that.

But Catrin only smirked in arrogance. Seeing Arwen flustered and confused, she finally thought he had gained the upper hand over her daughter. Scoffing, she said, "Arwen, did you really think you could hide him and your shameful deed forever? Did you think I wouldn’t find out"

Arwen crossed her hand, her expression calm but watchful. She decided to let her mother continue, curious to see how far this fabricated tale would go.

"Just when I thought you could embarrass us anymore, you proved me wrong," Catrin continued, her voice dripping with disdain. "Not just you rebelled and married a stranger, you married a damn old man. Do you know how appalling is that? It’s shameful. How can you not think before acting on such a stupid idea?"

Arwen raised an eyebrow, the faintest hint of amusement flickering in her eyes. "Interesting," she said, her tone measured, "Though your thoughts and anxiety are no longer my concern, still I would like to know from where you learned to weave such crooked stories. When I last checked, you were quite practical in using the tropes. This isn’t matching your style."

"Don’t play coy with me!" Catrin snapped, her composure slipping. "This is not a tale that I am narrating, it’s the truth that you are trying to glorify. But know that shame can never be worn with pride. And that man who you call your husband is the shame that —"

"Enough, Ms. Quinn!" Arwen’s voice rose with a deafening warning. She took a step forward, making her mother cower a step back. "What did I say about disrespecting my husband, Mrs. Quinn? It seems like either I haven’t been clear enough, or you have lost your competence to understand my words."

"Arwen, I am your mother —"

"No, you are not," Arwen cut her sharply, her voice carrying an edge that can at once slither one’s confidence. "You are nothing to me, anymore. So, don’t use any leverage to insult my man. I won’t take it sitting low."

"You are protecting that old man?" Catrin asked in disbelief. "He doesn’t even hold a position to stand in front of me and you are acting as if he owns the world. Who gave you such confidence?"

"I never needed any confidence to protect what’s mine," Arwen said, her tone like ice. "I just needed a desire." She took a deliberate step closer, towering over her mother in both stature and presence. "And my husband isn’t some ’old man’ you think he is."

"Heh! Do you think I would believe that?"

Arwen stoned her gaze and for a moment it felt like the sky would shatter on her commend, but the very next moment, she took a step back, creating a distance. "And do you think I would care about what you believe? Mrs. Quinn, you are as irrelevant as any other man walking on the street. Your thoughts don’t concern me."

Catrin’s face twisted in anger, her voice rising. "Arwen!"

"It would get better if you start calling me Mrs. Winslow now. After all, I a no longer a Quinn." Arwen took one more step back before finally turning to leave.

When Catrin saw her leaving her with such indifference, her anger knew no bounds. She shouted, "Arwen, stop there. Come back here! I said come here now. You can’t leave while I am talking to you. Arwen!"