Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1358

Keaton was completely stunned.

“Dad, seriously? Grandpa, Great-grandpa, and all the ancestors are looking down on us right now—are you for real?!”

Richard’s voice was ice-cold. “Do it. Now.”

Keaton shouted at the top of his lungs, “You better think this through! I’m the last Huber! If you throw me out, it’s game over for the Huber family tree!”

“You’ll be the one the old Hubers curse for eternity! You can bet they’re rolling over in their graves right now!”

“And you, Mom! You’re just as guilty! Grandma and Great-grandma aren’t gonna let this slide!”

Richard and Janelle’s faces were ashen, but they yelled even louder, “Out! Get him out of here—far as you can! And don’t let him step foot in this house again unless I say so!”

The house guards, terrified, rushed to drag Keaton out—and made sure to toss him as far away from the grand front porch as they could.

By 9 p.m., Keaton was slumped over a park bench in front of a pile of luggage, looking utterly pathetic.

Even the stray cats nearby were meowing at him like he was one of their own.

He never imagined there’d be a day his own parents would boot him out.

All because he didn’t want to get married! Was that really such a crime? Seriously, talk about old-fashioned.

It was pretty obvious now—there was no way his family was coming to his rescue. So Keaton pulled out his phone and called Tarquin Bradford for help. No answer.

He tried Gale next. Gale picked up, but immediately started yelling,

“You’ve got some nerve calling me! My parents are chasing me down half the block, threatening to kill me!”

“You ratted me out for cheating—that’s real brotherly of you, Keaton!”

“Seriously, what a privilege to know you. Thanks, man. Thanks to you and your whole damn family! Crap, they’re catching up to me—gotta go—beep beep beep…”

Gale hung up on him.

Keaton rolled his eyes and tried Booker.

From the other end came Mrs. Murphy’s wailing,

He was just about to try calling someone else when suddenly a car horn blared.

“Beep beep—”

He looked up. A red sports car screeched to a stop in front of him.

Winona, with her wild curls and oversized sunglasses, sat in the passenger seat, staring at him in disbelief.

Keaton felt mortified and tried to leap up, but his back screamed in pain and he broke out in a cold sweat.

The driver jumped out. “Sir!”

Keaton winced, his neck stiff, “Don’t touch me—hurts!”

Winona pursed her red lips, completely at a loss for words.

Honestly, out of all the spoiled rich kids she knew, Keaton was the only one who managed to get kicked out by his parents at thirty—after getting beat up no less.