Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 112: Chapter 112
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Jordan offered Stella a playful grin. "Well? What do you think?"
A wave of emotions crashed over Stella, leaving her momentarily speechless. She lowered her hand from the microphone, ready to reply.
But before she could speak, Kevin's urgent voice filled her ear. "Stella, I know your family's in trouble, but you can't let them drag you under. Divorce him. If he refuses, I'll help you."
"Kevin." Stella's voice was unnervingly calm.
Kevin froze, instantly recognizing the quiet finality in her tone.
"Kevin, I'm an adult," said Stella. "My decisions are my own, and they're made with care. I've known Jordan far longer than you realize. I know him. I appreciate your concern, but honestly? It's unnecessary."
Kevin's voice tightened with desperation. "I don't buy it. How could you possibly know him? Your worlds are galaxies apart. Stella, don't concoct stories just to shield me. I told you, I'm here. We can face this together."
Stella remained calm, her voice level. "Remember that online friend I mentioned to you and Emily?"
A heavy silence stretched across the line. Then, understanding seemed to dawn on Kevin.
"This conversation is over. We're heading home now. Thank you, Kevin." Without waiting for a reply, Stella ended the call.
A playful smirk tugged at Jordan's lips. "So... married less than an hour and I already have competition?"
"He's my friend, Jordan. Nothing more." Stella's gaze dropped briefly to her hands. 'Who could possibly love someone like me now?' The thought flickered, but she pushed it aside. From this moment on, learning to love herself was enough.
On the drive home, Jordan directed the car to an exclusive boutique, emerging with an extravagant pile of gifts. Stella caught his wrist. "Why are you buying all this? They don't deserve it."
Jordan gently disengaged her hand. "These aren't for them. Isn't your grandma at home?"
A genuine smile touched Stella's lips. The realization struck her: in the short time since meeting Jordan, she'd laughed more than in the entire past three years.
An Altair Karman sedan glided smoothly into the Hayes residence. This was no ordinary car—it was a limited-edition model, with only ten units produced worldwide, and their owners were no secret to anyone.
Yet here it was, being driven right into their gates, leaving the entire Hayes family dumbstruck.
Their disbelief turned to utter shock when Jordan himself emerged, then walked around to open the passenger door for Stella. Inside the house, stunned silence reigned.
The driver began unloading gifts from the trunk. The sheer volume required five trips back and forth.
As Stella and Jordan entered the living room, Fiona finally stammered, "Stella. Wh-what is going on?"
Stella ignored Fiona completely. Spotting Mary descending the stairs, she called her directly. "Mary, is Grandma at home?"
"Yes, she's upstairs," Mary replied.
"Would you please help me invite Grandma down?" Stella asked politely.
"Certainly," Mary answered, a familiar warmth spreading through her chest. Stella's consistent politeness and respect stood in stark contrast to the dismissive attitude of the other four Hayeses.
Eleanor walked downstairs with Mary's help, her arm gently resting on Mary's for balance. Andrew, Fiona, and the others quickly stepped aside to let her pass.
"Grandma," Stella said, stepping slightly forward, "this is Jordan Erwin." She drew a steadying breath. "We were married, and here's our certificate." She handed the document to Eleanor. "And these gifts," she gestured towards the impressive pile, "are all from Jordan, chosen especially for you."
A wave of emotions crashed over Stella, leaving her momentarily speechless. She lowered her hand from the microphone, ready to reply.
But before she could speak, Kevin's urgent voice filled her ear. "Stella, I know your family's in trouble, but you can't let them drag you under. Divorce him. If he refuses, I'll help you."
"Kevin." Stella's voice was unnervingly calm.
Kevin froze, instantly recognizing the quiet finality in her tone.
"Kevin, I'm an adult," said Stella. "My decisions are my own, and they're made with care. I've known Jordan far longer than you realize. I know him. I appreciate your concern, but honestly? It's unnecessary."
Kevin's voice tightened with desperation. "I don't buy it. How could you possibly know him? Your worlds are galaxies apart. Stella, don't concoct stories just to shield me. I told you, I'm here. We can face this together."
Stella remained calm, her voice level. "Remember that online friend I mentioned to you and Emily?"
A heavy silence stretched across the line. Then, understanding seemed to dawn on Kevin.
"This conversation is over. We're heading home now. Thank you, Kevin." Without waiting for a reply, Stella ended the call.
A playful smirk tugged at Jordan's lips. "So... married less than an hour and I already have competition?"
"He's my friend, Jordan. Nothing more." Stella's gaze dropped briefly to her hands. 'Who could possibly love someone like me now?' The thought flickered, but she pushed it aside. From this moment on, learning to love herself was enough.
On the drive home, Jordan directed the car to an exclusive boutique, emerging with an extravagant pile of gifts. Stella caught his wrist. "Why are you buying all this? They don't deserve it."
Jordan gently disengaged her hand. "These aren't for them. Isn't your grandma at home?"
A genuine smile touched Stella's lips. The realization struck her: in the short time since meeting Jordan, she'd laughed more than in the entire past three years.
An Altair Karman sedan glided smoothly into the Hayes residence. This was no ordinary car—it was a limited-edition model, with only ten units produced worldwide, and their owners were no secret to anyone.
Yet here it was, being driven right into their gates, leaving the entire Hayes family dumbstruck.
Their disbelief turned to utter shock when Jordan himself emerged, then walked around to open the passenger door for Stella. Inside the house, stunned silence reigned.
The driver began unloading gifts from the trunk. The sheer volume required five trips back and forth.
As Stella and Jordan entered the living room, Fiona finally stammered, "Stella. Wh-what is going on?"
Stella ignored Fiona completely. Spotting Mary descending the stairs, she called her directly. "Mary, is Grandma at home?"
"Yes, she's upstairs," Mary replied.
"Would you please help me invite Grandma down?" Stella asked politely.
"Certainly," Mary answered, a familiar warmth spreading through her chest. Stella's consistent politeness and respect stood in stark contrast to the dismissive attitude of the other four Hayeses.
Eleanor walked downstairs with Mary's help, her arm gently resting on Mary's for balance. Andrew, Fiona, and the others quickly stepped aside to let her pass.
"Grandma," Stella said, stepping slightly forward, "this is Jordan Erwin." She drew a steadying breath. "We were married, and here's our certificate." She handed the document to Eleanor. "And these gifts," she gestured towards the impressive pile, "are all from Jordan, chosen especially for you."
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