All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Scarlett’s POV.I raised my chin, unbothered by the way Caden glared at me. He looked like he wanted to rip the words from my mouth and shove them back down my throat.Too bad for him.Leon didn’t say a word, his arm still wrapped around my waist, his shoulder brushing against mine. He pinned Caden with a stare that said; so much as touch her, and you’ll really have something to complain about.Not that it stopped him. Caden only saw what he wanted to—and right now, it was ridden with fury. He turned to his uncle, his tone gaining traction. “You don’t even know if the kid’s yours. For all you know, it could be anyone’s.”Leon’s head shifted just slightly, enough to glance at him from the side. His face was stoic. “It will be proven when the child is born,” Leon proceeded, calm as ever. “And when it is, the matter of the heir will be settled.”That silenced Caden—for a moment.But not his father.The man’s hand cut through the air as he barked, “Absolutely not! You are not going to let

Scarlett’s POV.The car hadn’t even fully stopped before I spotted them—Caden’s parents—perched on the front steps of Leon’s estate like they owned the place.Caden’s mother had on her usual pinched expression, her mouth twisted like she’d just swallowed something sour. His father stood beside her, arms crossed, eyes narrowing the second he spotted me slide out of the car with Leon.I didn’t flinch, keeping my expression neutral.Let them stew.Leon barely glanced at them. “Dana. Leorick.” His voice was as sharp and smooth as always, the kind that didn’t need to raise in volume to get his point across. “If you have something to say, say it in my study.”Dana’s eyes snapped to me, cold and watery at the same time. “Scarlett.” Her voice cracked, perfectly fine-tuned to gain sympathy. “You owe us an explanation. Why did you do this to Caden? He hasn’t eaten. He hasn’t slept. He—he’s falling apart.”I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Maybe he could use the diet. He’s been carrying that ove

Scarlett’s POV.The mansion was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The where-is-he-why-is-he-not-home kind. I hadn’t seen Leon in days, and though I told myself it didn’t matter, that it wasn’t supposed to matter. But I felt it anyway.It was a strange kind of ache—too sharp and painful.I supposed it was because Leon just saw me as the child’s mother and was still doubting the truth of the matter. It made me a bit sad, but I knew that Leon wouldn’t stay for anyone.And… he’s gay. How could I forget that? Well, I barely had any contact with him in my previous life; I don’t really know him well. I shook my head. I couldn’t think about it.I had more pressing things to focus on.Such as planning out how to get back at Caden and Dahlia. Looking back, a lot of the things they did were simply for the sake of using me.In public, Caden always made me feel small in front of others and called it honesty. He joked about my clothes, my hair, and the way I spoke. He told me I wasn't po

Scarlett’s POV.Dahlia laughed.Not the kind of laugh that came naturally—but the brittle, empty kind. Her fingers tightened around the stem of her champagne glass as she let out that shaky little sound and said, “That’s impossible. Don’t be ridiculous, Scarlett.”I didn’t let up.“Is it?” I asked, calm and cutting. “You were the one who brought it up. At the boutique. You said you planned to marry into wealth.”She blinked. “I never said that.”“Yes, you did.”Her grip on the glass slipped, fingers readjusting too fast, too tense. “You must have misheard.”“No. Your exact words were, ‘I might marry well at least.’”Her smile strained. “I was joking.”“I wasn’t laughing.”For the first time tonight, I saw the edges of her crumble. A small crack in the polished doll she worked so hard to be. Her eyes flicked to the people nearby, to Leon, who was still deep in conversation across the room, and then back to me.She tried to recover. “I heard they brought out dessert,” she said quickly,

Scarlett’s POV.“Leon, you really didn’t have to do that.”“Are you sure?” Leon arched his brow. “Then why did you bid for it?”I hesitated for a moment, then replied truthfully, “Because I wanted to provoke Caden.”Leon stilled for a moment, his eyes narrowing—almost as if he didn’t believe my claim. “Is that so?”“Yes.”With a silent nod, he redirected his attention to the auctioneer.Caden didn’t bid again for the next item.I could see him deep in thought—his features pulled tight in a frown, reassessing the rest of his budget. That confident smirk of his, the one he always wore like a second skin, was gone.He leaned over to whisper something to his assistant, lips moving fast. It looked like strategy, but I knew it was really desperation.The auctioneer introduced the next item—an antique chessboard inlaid with onyx and mother-of-pearl, donated by one of Leon’s old associates. Elegant. Expensive. And also, useless to me.But I knew Caden was going to bid for it.Sure enough, he