How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 239

Wilhelmina Lopez struggled to contain her frustration. She knew that no matter how angry she got, no matter how many tears or tantrums she threw, it would never sway Ablett. Years ago, when he’d broken off his engagement to the Harvey family, she’d tried every trick in the book—and he’d simply walked out, never to be heard from again for years.

“And yet you’re marrying a divorcée with a kid? There are plenty of decent young women from good families,” she pressed, her tone sharp.

She glanced at Rebekah, hoping her daughter would chime in and help talk some sense into her brother.

Rebekah sat quietly, conflicted. Of course she didn’t want her brother marrying a woman who’d been divorced. But when she thought of Eddy and his obsessive attachment to his ex-wife, her own chances with him seemed slim to none. And now, with the ex-wife suddenly back in the picture, those chances had dwindled even further.

But if the ex-wife remarried…

The possibility flickered through Rebekah’s mind, and suddenly, Blanche didn’t seem so detestable after all.

“You object to my marriage?” Ablett glanced at Rebekah, his voice calm and unhurried.

“I’m not against you getting married. I’m against you marrying her.”

Just then, Ablett’s gaze shifted to the figure standing at the bathroom doorway. His tone was even, but resolute. “I intend to marry her, and no one else.”

“If you oppose Laney, you oppose my marriage altogether.”

“And I accept that,” he added, his eyes now fixed on his mother, whose face had gone pale with fury.

“So you’d rather let our family die out than listen to me?” Wilhelmina’s voice trembled with anger. “Are you trying to force my hand?”

“There’s always Rebekah,” Ablett replied coolly, picking up his papers to signal the conversation was over.

Wilhelmina shot her daughter a glare. Compared to Ablett, Rebekah was a disappointment—apart from a passing resemblance, she had none of the qualities she valued. It was unfair to think this way about her own child, but Wilhelmina doubted Rebekah could carry on the McCarthy family’s legacy of intelligence and prestige, let alone bring it to greater heights.

Rebekah’s eyes widened in alarm. “Don’t even think about it! I’m nowhere near ready to settle down.”

Not that she didn’t want to marry Eddy—he simply had zero interest in her.

Wilhelmina’s frustration only deepened. “Just wait until your father gets home. We’ll discuss this then,” she snapped, dragging her hapless daughter out with her.

Moments later, the bathroom door finally opened, and the fresh scent of shower gel drifted into the room.

It was the same scent that lingered on Ablett, and yet, for some reason, when it clung to her, it seemed just a little sweeter.

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