A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 341

Vivian gently wiped a smudge of oil from Jordyn’s mouth. Holden took the bowl, spooning up a bite of creamed corn for the little girl. As she chewed, Jordyn looked up.

"Uncle Holden?"

"Yeah?"

"If I go live at Mommy's house, will you come visit me?"

"I will."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Once I'm done with work, I'll go buy you that pink diamond tiara and bring it over."

After dinner, Holden let Jordyn sit comfortably in the crook of his arm, carrying her as they headed back to the villa he shared with Iris.

Vivian’s car was parked far away, hidden beneath the shadows of bare winter trees. She stepped out alone.

Holden didn’t comment.

But the moment they walked through the door, the Morgan family, who had arrived earlier, immediately launched their verbal assault.

Beatrice sneered. "Well, if it isn't Valery. Remarried, are we? You certainly look less miserable."

Owen sat with his legs crossed, his chin tipped up, looking down his nose at her. The disgust on his face made it clear he still saw her as nothing but a bitter ex-wife.

"Have a seat," Holden said, gesturing to the sofa for Vivian before sitting down himself, still holding Jordyn.

Jordyn squirmed in his lap. Holden looked down and saw her timidly glancing at Owen, then at her grandparents.

She caught Beatrice’s eye. Her little lips trembled.

"Grandma..." she called out timidly.

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