The Girl They Ignored Got Married, Then They Regretted Everything Chapter 07

The Girl They Ignored Got Married, Then They Regretted Everything Chapter 07

The call ended, and the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Dad swore.

“What the hell is she talking about? We’re her parents.”

He immediately called me back, but this time, I didn’t answer.

The phone rang and rang with no response.

Mom’s face had gone completely pale. She nudged Grant.

“Evelyn has always loved you most. She’ll answer if you call.”

Grant hurriedly pulled out his phone and called me again and again, but every attempt went unanswered.

My aunt stepped forward as though she wanted to say something. In the end, she merely let out a long sigh

and left.

Chloe stood frozen, lost and helpless.

Once the onlookers dispersed, Mom’s legs gave way. She nearly collapsed.

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“Did I drive my own daughter away?”

“How did this happen?”

After I ended the call, Adrian looked at me with quiet concern.

He didn’t say anything. He simply pulled me into his arms and gently patted my back again and again.

I watched the city skyline slide past the car window and felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

I had done what my family would consider the ultimate betrayal: I had walked away from my parents.

I had cried, and I had resented them, but at least I could begin again.

When we reached the Sinclair residence, the entire family was already waiting outside.

Adrian’s grandmother came straight toward me, nudged Adrian out of the way, and clasped both my hands.

Her voice was filled with compassion.

“You’ve been through enough, sweetheart. This is your home now.”

I took her arm, unable to hide my concern.

“Grandma, why did you come all the way outside too?”

Adrian’s mother stepped forward and looked at me warmly.

“Evelyn, welcome home.”

Adrian’s father, who rarely smiled, was smiling now too.

“Evelyn, welcome home.”

I nodded hard as tears gathered in my eyes.

“Yes. I’m home.”

Adrian’s parents led me upstairs to a sprawling 2,200–square–foot suite.

The suite was decorated with white flowers, soft lights, and a tasteful Just Married banner, and the bed was

dressed in brand–new ivory linens.

Adrian leaned against the doorway with a smug smile.

“Mom said she wanted everything waiting for you to be brand–new, so she ordered this bedroom set last year

and kept it wrapped until now.”

“The vanity matches the rest of the furniture.”

“She didn’t know which skincare brand you use, so she bought full sets from a range of brands. Pick

whichever one you like.”

Adrian’s mother swatted him on the back.

“No one asked you.”

Then she led me out of the suite.

Once we were seated in the living room, she smiled and spoke seriously.

“You may already be legally married, but you still deserve everything a bride should have.”

She meant every word.

After that day, she took me from one bridal boutique to another.

She praised the way I looked in mermaid gowns and held up the long trains while I walked, caring for me the

way a mother would.

At the reception menu tasting, she made a point of asking Adrian what I liked. Every dish was selected with

my preferences in mind.

I asked her why she treated me so well.

“Is it because of Adrian?”

She shook her head, her voice gentle.

“It’s because my heart breaks for you. You’re so sweet and considerate. If you were my daughter, I would spoil you like a princess.”

That was what she said, and that was exactly what she did.

Adrian’s mother truly treated me even better than she treated him.

That night, Adrian held me against him in bed.

“Are you happy?”

I buried myself in his arms and thanked him once again.

“Adrian, thank you for loving me.”

He lowered his head and kissed me deeply.

“I’m the lucky one. I get to be loved by you.”

Our wedding celebration was simple but beautifully formal.

The Sinclairs refused to let me lift a finger. All I had to do was sit, eat, and occasionally make the rounds to

greet our guests.

Whenever someone raised a glass with me, they made sure I had water instead of alcohol.

With Adrian beside me, no one pressured me into doing anything that made me uncomfortable.

When we returned to our table after making the rounds, all the food was still there.

The dishes I loved most were even still steaming.

When Adrian saw my delighted expression, he laughed softly.

“Look at you.”

Both his parents immediately shot him matching glares.

Adrian’s mother placed a serving of honey–glazed ribs on my plate.

“I had the kitchen keep these warm for you. Eat something so you don’t go hungry.”

I ate mouthful after mouthful, happy and unguarded.

They weren’t my biological parents, yet they gave me the simplest kind of parental care.

And they were the parents I had chosen.