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.

things had unraveled, she could

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

holding onto their grudge. They will want to vent, and it might not be pretty,” Jules said calmly, his eyes scanning

a faint nod, but her thoughts had already slipped elsewhere. She had

unfazed, watching

failed to ease Rachel’s grandparents’

“Since this is your first visit

met Chelsea’s gaze and then offered a polite smile to Franco before responding, “We appreciate it, but we would rather wait here. We do not

subtle shake of her head. “I will stay

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲

later, Franco’s phone buzzed. After glancing at the screen, he excused himself

the sofa, hesitant. Her voice came low, uncertain. “Are Rachel’s grandparents really refusing to meet us? If that’s true, what does that mean for