Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 502

Chapter 502: Bold and Brazen for Someone Asking for Forgiveness

The private room fell dead silent.

Angela’s expression shifted ever so slightly, then she quickly put on a calm front. "Mr. Robinson’s just very friendly, that’s all..."

"So I heard you two knew each other back in high school?" Selina suddenly asked. "Class rep, I meant to ask earlier—why did you never tell me you knew Angela back then?"

Angela started to sense something was off.

Before the class rep could respond, his sidekick blurted out, "Why would he tell you? Who do you think you are? Does he need to report his friends to you or something?"

Selina raised her brows in mock surprise. "That’s not what I meant. I’m just really curious..."

Her eyes swept over Angela’s face. "High school... that was eight years ago. I’m just wondering—what did Miss Morris look like back then?"

At those words, both Angela and the class rep visibly froze.

Angela realized she needed to stop Selina, but before she could speak, Selina’s tone turned casual—almost too casual.

"If Miss Morris and I are supposed to be twin sisters, and she looks exactly like me now, then eight years ago... she should’ve looked just like I did, too."

Her smile deepened. "So, class rep, you met someone eight years ago who looked exactly like one of your classmates—and you weren’t the least bit curious? None of your little crew found that odd?"

"You know even identical twins rarely look exactly the same. In fact, people who look that alike are extremely rare in the world. But you—upon seeing someone who looked just like your classmate Selina—didn’t bat an eye, didn’t ask me about it, didn’t even mention it once. Never wondered if the Angela you met might’ve actually been me."

"Most people, seeing someone who looks exactly like a classmate, would instantly assume they are that classmate."

Selina’s voice dropped a pitch. "So either Miss Morris said something to you back then to kill your curiosity—or..."

Her eyes sharpened. "Or maybe the Angela you met eight years ago didn’t look like me at all. Not even close. So it never crossed your mind to connect the two."

She tilted her head. "Tell me—am I wrong?"

...

...

Silence. Like a tomb.

The class rep, his sidekick, and their little clique exchanged panicked glances, none daring to speak.

After a long pause, the class rep swallowed hard. His face was pale with fear. "Selina, what are you talking about? Don’t... don’t make stuff up! I-I didn’t even meet Miss Morris in person. We only talked on the phone..."

Angela recovered faster. "Sister, I get it if you don’t trust me, but now you’re doubting your own old classmates?"

Selina withdrew her gaze, no longer pushing. "Oh. Then I guess I’m just petty."

Angela’s expression twisted. "Let’s not talk about this anymore, Sister—"

"But being petty with you seems perfectly reasonable," Selina cut her off smoothly, brushing her hair behind her ear, her eyes sharp as glass. "Angela, even if you are supposedly my sister, I don’t recall you ever apologizing for pretending to be me. What’s the matter? Think hiding behind the Morris Family means you can skip that part?"

At that moment, a few guests happened to pass by the open door of the private room.

They heard Selina’s words, paused, and looked inside curiously.

Recognizing Selina, they instantly made the connection to the recent impersonation scandal—and then, inevitably, their eyes turned to Angela.

Selina sneered, "Right. You impersonated me, smeared my husband, restricted my freedom—but the Morris Family will always have your back. What kind of apology could I possibly expect from you? Instead of apologizing, you’re here playing the good cop while my old classmates play the bad one."

"I’m afraid I don’t accept your apology. And next time you want to say sorry, try sounding like you mean it."

With that, she walked back into the private room.

The guest who nodded at her stepped aside, pulled out his phone, and called a reporter.

"I’ve got a juicy one for you," he said. "Angela’s still up to her old tricks. After impersonating Selina, she still refuses to apologize. The Morris Family is now claiming Selina’s the unreasonable one—for not letting her own identity get stolen."

"But that’s not all—get this. Angela knows Selina’s classmates. You know what that means? She’s probably been planning to replace her for years. Why else would she get close to Selina’s high school friends eight years ago?"

"Yeah. Leak it. Let Morris Family feel the heat."

Once the report hit the media, Morris Family’s stock dipped again. Three of their business partners made polite calls to back out of deals.

Joe was so furious he nearly had a stroke.

Meanwhile, Angela—still at Celestial Feast—had no idea.

She bit her lip, forcing herself to look pitiful. "Forget it... Sister, I know you won’t believe anything I say now. But I want to make it up to you. I’d like to introduce you to the owner of Celestial Feast."

Her voice dropped, full of barely concealed smugness. "My father helped me make these connections. As sisters, I want to share them with you."

Selina suddenly chuckled. "The owner of Celestial Feast? And how would you know she’s even coming tonight? Even if she did show up, what makes you think she’d care about you?"

Angela thought Selina was just lashing out from jealousy. Her eyes sparkled with misplaced pride.

"If you don’t believe me, Sister," she said sweetly, "just wait and see."