My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict

Chapter 4

Evelyn’s face contorted with rage just as her father’s vicious slap connected with Grace’s face.

“What are you talking about!” her father screamed. “You drove a car into someone else and were locked up in jail because of it. Our entire family was shamed because of you. You don’t have a future anymore. Do you want to ruin your sister’s future as well?” His eyes were full of disgust for her.

“The one thing you did right was dating Sean Stevens and then you destroyed it all. We had so much respect from other businessmen and our relatives from that connection…”

Grace nodded, understanding that her father, Tony Cummins had been embarrassed.

Her relationship with Sean had afforded her dad the chance to claim a higher social ranking. When she fell… he did too. And her father resented her for it.

Her face burned and she knew she’d likely bear a bruise. But her expression remained calm as if she didn’t care at all.

“I originally just wanted to say a prayer for my mother—that was why you invited me back home, wasn’t it?—But now it seems there is no need for me to do it here. I won’t step foot in this house ever again.”

After saying this, Grace walked out of the house without looking back.

This place had never really been her “home,” and she should’ve stopped hoping for it to be a long time ago.

When Grace got to her apartment, the place was dark and the lights were off. When she turned on the lights, she was greeted by cold silence.

She could tell at a glance that there was no one else in the room.

Was Jason gone? Her heart suddenly felt a little empty. Which was silly, she knew. The man was a stranger. He’d helped her out, but he didn’t owe her anything, and she was very foolish to think he’d want to stay with her.

Grace let out a bitter laugh. She was alone. Again.

Something in her chest ached painfully at the thought as if acknowledging that even out of prison, she was still constricted, and destined to live out her existence without anybody.

Just as she was about to close the door, she saw a figure slowly walking towards her. She was stunned.

It was Jason.

He was still wearing those worn-out clothes of his from yesterday while he held a bag in his hand. His longish hair almost covered the entire upper part of his face, making it difficult for people to see him clearly at a glance, but she knew that under that mussed hair was a face that could easily take over people’s hearts.

If not for the clothes, she would’ve thought him an actor like her sister might work with on one of the TV series. He was that powerfully handsome.

he really a homeless

a number of causes that could set someone on the streets, and most of them carried elements of instability. She knew that taking him in like this was an impulsive decision and could put her in danger, but… she

were tribal animals after all. They

back.” His voice was low and indifferent, but to her, it was

felt tight. “I… I thought you wouldn’t

just went out to buy

the door. Then, she saw two

and felt that her whole body seemed to be

but some homeless stranger was the one to keep her

together, but before that, I… wanted to light a candle for my Grandpa and mother. Today

was cruel to her. Her beloved grandpa and

from her bag that she’d

black-and-white photo of a man. The man in the photo was about sixty

the candles

the

enough for me to feed myself. You can rest

looked at the woman in front of him with a smile on her lips. However, her almond-shaped eyes looked misty. The light of the candle and the light of the lamp in the corner of the room mixed together

was not at all bad-looking, but he’d seen countless women more

fiancée, had been a rare beauty. To Jason, Grace’s looks were only

understood her to need to say some kind words and to acknowledge her Grandpa’s passing, but fresh out of prison and working in a sanitation center, to say she was ‘doing well’ …was

another person here who’s staying with me,” she said softly. She then turned her head and looked at him. She smiled. Under

After a moment, she turned to look at the man in

she respectfully bowed to the photo. She closed her eyes and though her lips moved, whatever words she said

she nodded and opened her eyes. “Alright, I’ll clean

“Sure,” he responded easily.

him sit. He washed his hands and set out plates and utensils before sitting

there was no sound in the room, there was a

of soup on the table between them and a plate of some egg frittata she’d mixed up with leftovers

It smelled delicious.

the buns he’d brought back and rather than eat them out of the back she set them

been the one to

guest here. He should be

and after a few minutes she asked, “Jay, what kind of work did you do in