Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 150

Emmy ended up telling the whole story.

Abriella listened, then just stared at her in disbelief. “Seriously? Emmy, you didn’t even go see Dean on purpose. What are you so nervous about? And you went and lied, too. Great job. Now let’s see how you win your husband back after this.”

Emmy sighed and rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. Accepting her fate, she picked out a set of casual clothes and shoes for James. Then she loaded up on supplements and fruit. After lunch, the two of them drove over to the nursing home.

For some reason, Abriella always refused to go inside with her to visit the elderly lady who lived by herself. Every time, without fail, she would drop Emmy at the door, wave, and escape before Emmy could even argue.

Today, the old lady was sitting by the window, reading a book. As soon as she saw Emmy, her face broke into a huge smile. She grabbed Emmy’s hand and chatted with her for ages.

Then, all of a sudden, her eyes lit up. “Oh right, sweetheart, didn’t you say you’d bring me wedding candy this time? Where is it? I’ve been looking forward to it ever since you mentioned it!”

Emmy froze.

This again? The old lady had asked her the same thing last time. Hadn’t Emmy already explained about the quick, quiet wedding?

She glanced at the caregiver, confused.

The caregiver just shook her head with a helpless smile and whispered, “Alzheimer’s. She’s been getting worse lately.”

Emmy’s heart tightened. She looked at the old lady, whose smile was so bright and innocent, and gently squeezed her weathered hand. Then she patiently explained everything all over again.

But this time, instead of sighing, the old lady’s face brightened. She patted Emmy’s hand with excitement. “Oh, so you had a shotgun wedding too? My eldest grandson did that! He married a real beauty, I heard!”

“He promised to bring his wife to see me next time!” She suddenly remembered something and beamed. “Actually, I think that’s tomorrow. You should come too! Help me set them up, okay?”

Emmy started to say no, but the old lady didn’t give her a chance. She slowly stood up, rummaged through a dresser, and pressed a thick envelope and a small velvet box into Emmy’s hands.

“This is a gift for my granddaughter-in-law. You have good taste—take a look and tell me if it’s enough.”

The envelope was heavy, packed with cash. Emmy weighed it, surprised. “Grandma, how much is in here?”

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