Chapter 13

"Dad, how could you marry her?" Enoch protested, glaring at me. Seeing the smug look on my face only fueled his anger. "She must have done this on purpose! You can’t be serious! Besides, she’s way younger than you. This makes no sense!"

Okay, I’ll admit, my decision to marry Chris was initially driven by a little bit of revenge. But mostly, I did it because I couldn’t let my family lose face in front of everyone.

People like us don’t expect to marry for love.

Choosing Chris had everything to do with his status. Plus, he was miles better than Enoch in every way—looks, intelligence, everything.

And on top of that, he actually enjoyed spoiling me.

"Age is just a number. Love knows no boundaries," I said, raising an eyebrow. Then, just to rub it in, I kissed Chris on the cheek, right in front of Enoch. "Revenge? Using a marriage for that? You really think you’re worth it?"

"Come on, son. Call me Mom! Or I might just suggest to your dad that he find a new heir," I teased.

Enoch, now red with fury, turned to Chris for help. "Dad, are you just going to let her talk to me like this?"

Chris finally looked at him. Enoch thought, for a split second, that his father might step in. But instead, Chris gently ruffled my hair and said, "There’s nothing I can do to stop her. Besides, Laurel is my wife now, and you should respect her as your mother."

Enoch’s face turned even darker, filled with frustration. He had never been so humiliated in his life. He turned, ready to storm off.

Just then, Vivianne tugged on his sleeve. Enoch looked down at her pleading face and, with great reluctance, turned back.

"Fine. Mom."