Married At 9AM, Divorced At 10AM Chapter 13

Married At 9AM, Divorced At 10AM Chapter 13

They arrived at his parents’ house three hours later.

His mother came out to greet them, but her smile froze the moment she saw Sophia.

“Mom.” Jake’s voice was flat as he got out of the car.

His mother pulled him aside. “Why did you bring her back? Where’s Emma?”

“Mom,” he said, “the person I brought home is now your daughter-in-law.”

“What?” His mother’s voice rose. “Didn’t you and Emma get your license on Valentine’s Day?”

“We got divorced.” Jake pulled the luggage out of the trunk. “She cares about me, not a piece of paper.”

His father walked out of the house, frowning. “What’s this about a divorce?”

“Dad.” Jake set the luggage down, his tone still flat. “Emma and I are done. This is your real daughter-in-law, Sophia Reed.”

His father’s face darkened. “What the hell are you playing at? You get the license on Valentine’s Day and get divorced the next? You think marriage is a joke?”

“I don’t.” Jake placed the luggage on the ground. “I’ve always known exactly who I wanted to marry.”

His mother threw up her hands in frustration. “And here I thought you’d finally grown up. This is just a disaster. What’s so great about this Sophia?”

“She saved me.” Jake’s voice was hard. “Without her, I might not be standing here right now. I can’t just abandon her.”

“And what about Emma?” His mother’s eyes were red. “She suffered with you for three years. You’re just going to throw her away?”

Jake was silent for two seconds. “I didn’t say I was throwing her away.”

His father’s brows were furrowed, but in the end, he just sighed.

Before going inside, Jake took out his phone and checked it one more time.

The chat with Emma was still quiet.

He thought she was probably still upset about the divorce on February fifteenth.

A quick marriage and an even quicker divorce was indeed hard to accept.

But there was still plenty of time, wasn’t there?

Once he finished up here, he would go back and smooth things over.

She was easy to smooth over.

At the dinner table, his mother watched Sophia eat her meal quietly,

her emotions all over the place.

Several times she wanted to ask about Emma, but each time his father’s stare stopped her.

His father spoke first. “The West family wedding in Portsville is the day after tomorrow. You’re coming with me.”

His father took a sip of his drink. “Their old man and I go way back. You’ll need to attend these things if you want to do business.”

Jake frowned. He really didn’t want to go.

Running into Nicholas at the county courthouse that day had already annoyed him.

His father saw he wasn’t responding and put down his fork. “The West family has been one of the most influential families for a hundred years. For them to invite you to their wedding is an honor.”

Jake didn’t argue.

On the day of the wedding, Jake sent Emma a message.

[I’m in Portsville for some business. Do you miss anything from home? I’ll bring you back a souvenir.]

He thought she would have cooled down by now and would take the out he was offering, replying with something like, “Bring me some maple walnut fudge.”

But the screen remained still.

He tucked his phone back into his pocket, leaned against the window,
and closed his eyes.

It’s fine. She’s probably busy. She’ll reply when she’s free.