Step aside, Uncle Pride：Your Nephew is My Next Man - Chapter 79: Chapter 79
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"You're awake, Rylee! Are you feeling okay?"
Garrett grabbed my hand, his face full of concern.
I pulled my hand away expressionlessly, but he immediately seized it again.
"Last night was your fault. It was just a dog."
"Go apologize to Daphne later. She's not petty—she'll forgive you."
My heart was too numb to feel any more pain. I closed my eyes, not wanting to engage.
But he kept rambling on.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Where am I?"
Garrett looked uncomfortable. "Daphne has claustrophobia, and Phoebe likes open spaces. They've taken the master bedroom and guest rooms."
"Rylee, you'll have to stay in the basement for now."
Just as he finished, a ringtone interrupted loudly.
In his hurry to answer, Garrett accidentally put it on speaker. Phoebe's coquettish voice came through: "Garrett, where are you? The wedding dress designer is here! Hurry back!"
He looked flustered and embarrassed as he glanced at me. "Be good, I'm handling some business. I'll be right back."
With that, he hung up immediately.
"Rylee, you rest."
He got up and hurried out, his steps as jubilant as they had been on our wedding day. Like he'd won some great victory.
After a while, I heard movement outside the door.
Daphne and Phoebe entered, immediately taunting me.
"Didn't expect you to be so shameless, playing the victim card just to stick around."
Phoebe spat at me. "Pathetic. You even copied us by walking out before. Like putting lipstick on a pig. You're an old hag—have some dignity!"
"Get out while you still can."
"Otherwise..."
Daphne walked up to me, sneering. "Rylee Winters, you don't actually think Garrett still has feelings for you, do you?"
"Want us to prove who he cares about more—us or you?"
As she spoke, she pulled out a can of gasoline with a manic gleam in her eye.
I frowned and tried to move past them. "What are you doing?"
But they grabbed me simultaneously and lit the gasoline!
Then they called Garrett: "Garrett, help us! We came to check on Rylee, and she's trying to burn us alive!"
"Cough cough cough!"
The flames immediately shot up. I ran to the door but was dragged back forcefully by the two women.
The fire was about to spread to my body. My lungs filled with thick smoke.
I desperately broke free from them, wet a curtain, and pressed it hard against my nose.
The next moment, the door was kicked open.
Garrett saw me and lifted me up. "Rylee, are you okay?"
But then Daphne and Phoebe's cries rang out: "Help! Garrett, save us!"
Garrett immediately put me down and rushed to their side, pulling them out of the room.
The force knocked me to the ground. I looked up from the floor and called out, "Garrett..."
The man running through the door turned his head sharply, but was distracted by Daphne's soft groan. "Hang in there, Daphne. I'll get you out right away!"
He didn't look at me again as he walked away without a backward glance.
As the flames engulfed me, I closed my eyes in despair...
Three days later, Garrett married Daphne and Phoebe in Bangladesh.
The three of them connected through Europe for their honeymoon, where Garrett played devoted husband for a full month.
He posted a photo on Instagram: hotel sheets with two bright red bloodstains. He flashed a victory sign for the camera.
The comments section erupted with praise: "Living the dream with two wives! Mr. Montgomery, you absolute legend!"
"Congratulations, man! You bagged the ultimate prize!"
Yet as Garrett leaned against the balcony smoking, he felt none of the conquest's joy. Instead, a restlessness gnawed at him as he refreshed his screen over and over.
After rescuing Daphne and Phoebe from the fire, they'd tearfully claimed I had deliberately tried to burn them alive.
He had initially intended to save me too, but their accusations made him hesitate.
He'd nearly lost his prizes before even claiming them, and decided I needed to be taught a lesson.
He instructed security to wait five minutes before going back for me, then whisked the Davis sisters straight to the airport.
He figured he'd finish what he started and come back to sweet-talk me afterward.
But in the month since, I hadn't responded to a single one of his messages.
Garrett's heart sank. Unable to wait any longer, he went back to the bedroom, grabbed his clothes, and headed for the door.
The Davis sisters, still basking in post-coital bliss, frantically grabbed his arm. "Garrett, where are you going?"
Garrett impatiently shook off their hands. "Back home."
But when he returned, the scene nearly drove him insane...
Garrett grabbed my hand, his face full of concern.
I pulled my hand away expressionlessly, but he immediately seized it again.
"Last night was your fault. It was just a dog."
"Go apologize to Daphne later. She's not petty—she'll forgive you."
My heart was too numb to feel any more pain. I closed my eyes, not wanting to engage.
But he kept rambling on.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Where am I?"
Garrett looked uncomfortable. "Daphne has claustrophobia, and Phoebe likes open spaces. They've taken the master bedroom and guest rooms."
"Rylee, you'll have to stay in the basement for now."
Just as he finished, a ringtone interrupted loudly.
In his hurry to answer, Garrett accidentally put it on speaker. Phoebe's coquettish voice came through: "Garrett, where are you? The wedding dress designer is here! Hurry back!"
He looked flustered and embarrassed as he glanced at me. "Be good, I'm handling some business. I'll be right back."
With that, he hung up immediately.
"Rylee, you rest."
He got up and hurried out, his steps as jubilant as they had been on our wedding day. Like he'd won some great victory.
After a while, I heard movement outside the door.
Daphne and Phoebe entered, immediately taunting me.
"Didn't expect you to be so shameless, playing the victim card just to stick around."
Phoebe spat at me. "Pathetic. You even copied us by walking out before. Like putting lipstick on a pig. You're an old hag—have some dignity!"
"Get out while you still can."
"Otherwise..."
Daphne walked up to me, sneering. "Rylee Winters, you don't actually think Garrett still has feelings for you, do you?"
"Want us to prove who he cares about more—us or you?"
As she spoke, she pulled out a can of gasoline with a manic gleam in her eye.
I frowned and tried to move past them. "What are you doing?"
But they grabbed me simultaneously and lit the gasoline!
Then they called Garrett: "Garrett, help us! We came to check on Rylee, and she's trying to burn us alive!"
"Cough cough cough!"
The flames immediately shot up. I ran to the door but was dragged back forcefully by the two women.
The fire was about to spread to my body. My lungs filled with thick smoke.
I desperately broke free from them, wet a curtain, and pressed it hard against my nose.
The next moment, the door was kicked open.
Garrett saw me and lifted me up. "Rylee, are you okay?"
But then Daphne and Phoebe's cries rang out: "Help! Garrett, save us!"
Garrett immediately put me down and rushed to their side, pulling them out of the room.
The force knocked me to the ground. I looked up from the floor and called out, "Garrett..."
The man running through the door turned his head sharply, but was distracted by Daphne's soft groan. "Hang in there, Daphne. I'll get you out right away!"
He didn't look at me again as he walked away without a backward glance.
As the flames engulfed me, I closed my eyes in despair...
Three days later, Garrett married Daphne and Phoebe in Bangladesh.
The three of them connected through Europe for their honeymoon, where Garrett played devoted husband for a full month.
He posted a photo on Instagram: hotel sheets with two bright red bloodstains. He flashed a victory sign for the camera.
The comments section erupted with praise: "Living the dream with two wives! Mr. Montgomery, you absolute legend!"
"Congratulations, man! You bagged the ultimate prize!"
Yet as Garrett leaned against the balcony smoking, he felt none of the conquest's joy. Instead, a restlessness gnawed at him as he refreshed his screen over and over.
After rescuing Daphne and Phoebe from the fire, they'd tearfully claimed I had deliberately tried to burn them alive.
He had initially intended to save me too, but their accusations made him hesitate.
He'd nearly lost his prizes before even claiming them, and decided I needed to be taught a lesson.
He instructed security to wait five minutes before going back for me, then whisked the Davis sisters straight to the airport.
He figured he'd finish what he started and come back to sweet-talk me afterward.
But in the month since, I hadn't responded to a single one of his messages.
Garrett's heart sank. Unable to wait any longer, he went back to the bedroom, grabbed his clothes, and headed for the door.
The Davis sisters, still basking in post-coital bliss, frantically grabbed his arm. "Garrett, where are you going?"
Garrett impatiently shook off their hands. "Back home."
But when he returned, the scene nearly drove him insane...
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