Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 435

“Her name’s Maja. Mom, she was handpicked by Holden himself. Even if it pisses off the rest of the Raymond family, her status is rock solid.”

Edith caught the gist and sneered, “Give her a ring; tell her to come over tomorrow. I want to see what’s so special about this woman who married lan.” Edith and Grandpa Holden didn’t really see eye–to–eye. She used to visit home just once a year. But after Eric hit a rough patch, she moved out and never came back.

Edith’s favorite grandchild was Eric; she loved him like the apple of her eye. Towards lan, she was even more of a hardass.

Tomorrow, because tonight the Raymond family was having a dinner party at the Raymond Mansion, and it wouldn’t do to have Maja over and stir the pot. Once Edith’s back, the younger crowd should all come to pay their respects.

But Holden and lan still didn’t show.

The next day, Maja got the memo from the Raymond family to head over to Raymond Mansion. Only then did she find out Edith was back.

never

She’d been married to lan for three years, but she’d never met Edith.

That said, she’d heard from Grandpa Holden that Edith wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.

She picked up the painting Herbert had given her. It was originally intended as a gift for Edith.

at Raymond Mansion, the doorman rolled

rodeo, but every time she came, Selena would give her a piece of her mind. Over time, the doormen started to take

away, she spotted an

more stern.

look they exchanged, she knew she wasn’t exactly Edith’s cup of

as if she were shopping for a new product.

“Stand,” Edith commanded.

head, not daring to

Grandma Edith asked, sipping her tea and giving Maja a sideways glance. Her attitude was snobbish, as if talking to Maja was

the painting.

you’re a

her in Edith’s good

Master Herbert, Edith’s eyebrow

she saw that the painting was identical to the one Carlene had given her, she scoffed.

be a fake. After all, Carlene had

is it?” Edith

Edith, is there

second, Edith slammed her teacup down on the

you think I’m senile, that I can’t tell a fake from

brow, watching as Edith tossed the painting