From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 288

“Olga, I was wrong today. Will you forgive me?”

Olga looked at her aunt, who had always spoiled her. After thinking it over, she decided to let it go. “Okay, but Mommie Jessie, you can’t be mean to me anymore, alright?”

“I promise I won’t,” Jessie said, giving Olga’s cheek a gentle pinch. “How about I make it up to you by taking you to the amusement park this weekend?”

“Yay!” Sometimes, making kids happy was just that simple.

Peter watched his thoughtful wife and smiled, feeling proud.

After dinner, they went upstairs. The bedroom was decorated for their wedding night and Jessie’s cheeks warmed with excitement.

She looked at Peter, her eyes soft. “Peter...”

He pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Just as things started to heat up, a small fist thumped against their bedroom door.

“Daddy, I’m scared. Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Peter let go of Jessie, a little out of breath.

“Peter, stay,” Jessie whispered, biting her lip. “Let me handle it. Tonight’s supposed to be our wedding night...”

But Peter had already calmed down. He kissed the corner of her mouth. “It’s okay, Jessie. We have plenty of time. Olga had a rough day. I’ll go check on her, alright?”

In the end, Peter opened the door, scooped up his daughter, and left.

Frustrated, Jessie hurled a pillow onto the floor. She just didn’t get it. Why did it feel like everyone was against her today? She rested her hand on her stomach, wishing she had a child of her own.

...

The next morning, Peter and his family headed out for the Clarkson estate right at eight.

Olga was still anxious. Last time, she’d only messed up one of the old man’s paintings and got scolded for it. She really didn’t want to go back. That was why she’d been so scared last night she couldn’t sleep.

Jessie seemed surprised Peter would actually use that name. She followed his lead anyway. “Max.”

When she turned to Eleanor, she had to force the words out. “Eleanor.”

Eleanor’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile.

Olga, on the other hand, didn’t understand why her mom was there at all.

Her eyes went wide. “Mommy, you’re not welcome here! You’re mean. You should leave!”

Her outburst caught everyone off guard.

Max narrowed his eyes, drawing out his words. “Oh? Looks like you need some work on your parenting, nephew.”

He looked down at Olga, his tone mocking. “Listen, kid. This is my house. She’s my wife. So if anyone should be leaving, it’s you.”