The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1689:

She had never spoken about these details, not once. And she had never imagined that Jules would learn the truth. Now, she stood pale and adrift, unable to find the words.

“Let’s go,” Jules said quietly. His lips pressed into a thin line, his voice calm but steady. “Since I am your husband, I should face this with you.”

He was not naive. He knew Rachel’s grandparents viewed him through a lens of disapproval, considering the Ford family beneath Rachel’s lineage.

Truth be told, they were not entirely wrong. In terms of bloodlines, Rachel had married beneath her. But none of that mattered now—not to him.

Now that Rachel was officially his wife, it fell on Jules to face the situation by her side. It was his responsibility to confront the storm with her and show the Astley family enough sincerity to douse their simmering anger.

Yet Rachel’s heart resisted. A quiet unease tugged at her. She hated the thought of Jules witnessing her so exposed—fragile in a way she had always hidden from others.

how far things had unraveled, she could no longer afford to

she allowed Jules to take her hand. As they stepped toward the looming doorway, her gaze drifted to their joined hands. A small rush of

They will want to vent, and it might not be pretty,” Jules said calmly,

nod, but her thoughts had

unfazed, watching

what was at stake. If they failed to ease Rachel’s grandparents’

offered a courteous distraction. “Since this is your first visit to the Astley estate, how

a polite smile to Franco before responding, “We appreciate it, but

gave a subtle shake

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲

After glancing at the screen, he excused himself and

uncertain. “Are Rachel’s grandparents really refusing to meet us? If that’s true,