Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412: Expose the Villains Under the Spotlight

All eyes turned to Logan.

He slowly lifted his gaze, voice calm and even: "Mrs. Perry wanted to celebrate Owen—why did it have to be today?"

Amelia shouted, her voice sharp and defensive: "So what if it’s today?! I need your permission to throw a party for Owen?!"

"You do," Logan replied coldly. "You absolutely need to choose the right day."

His towering presence and icy stare bore down on Amelia, stealing the air from her lungs.

For a split second, she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

Then Logan’s eyes sharpened, deadly.

"Any day would’ve worked. Just not today."

Amelia hated that look of his more than anything—so cold, so arrogant.

How dare he look down on her like that?

Just like that woman—Anna.

She screamed, "Logan, I’m your mother! Owen is your brother! Even if you don’t want to wish him well, how dare you criticize the date I chose?! Who do you think you are—"

"Today is Anna’s death anniversary."

Logan cut her off.

Amelia went white as a sheet. The words she’d been about to yell caught in her throat.

The room fell silent.

Wait—what did Mr. Reid just say?

Today is Anna’s death anniversary?

Logan’s voice was calm, but the weight in his tone was suffocating.

"I agreed to host the event at Pear Blossom Estate because I thought Mrs. Perry was planning a memorial for Anna."

He didn’t finish the sentence, but everyone understood the implication:

Logan had thought the gathering was to honor Anna.

But instead, they used it to celebrate Owen.

And Owen—Anna’s supposed biological son—hadn’t even considered honoring his mother’s memory.

Selina broke the silence.

"Judging by Mrs. Perry and Second Brother’s reactions... don’t tell me you two actually forgot today was Anna’s anniversary?"

All eyes turned sharply toward Amelia and Owen.

Amelia cursed Anna to hell and back in her head.

Why today?!

Why did that wretched woman have to die today of all days?!

How was anyone supposed to remember that cursed date?

Owen stood trembling.

He truly didn’t know.

All he ever cared about was getting her inheritance.

Why would he bother remembering whether she was alive or dead?

Besides—offering flowers to a dead woman? What a buzzkill.

Selina’s voice turned icy. "Why aren’t you saying anything, Second Brother? Don’t tell me... you really didn’t know?"

Owen reflexively responded, "Of course I knew—"

"Then why," Selina cut him off again, "would you choose today, of all days, to rip up her will?"

She gave him no room to breathe.

"That will was the last thing Anna left behind in this world. Even if you wanted her inheritance, there’s no reason it had to happen today... unless—"

She blinked, looking almost innocent.

"You did it on purpose?"

On the day of her death,

You tore up her will.

You celebrated.

No one paid tribute.

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