Faux Vows, True Desires

The guy who answered the door was none other than Kevin Yates.

He'd barely stepped foot back in the house, hadn't even sat down when the doorbell rang. So, he got up to answer it. Seeing a group of people standing at the door, Kevin stood there, puzzled, and asked, "Who are you looking for?" Owen, polite as ever, handsome face graced with a smile, called through the peephole, "Dad."

Kevin was speechless.

"Dad, I'm your son-in-law. I've brought some stuff for you guys. Could you open the door? Our hands are kind of full."

Kevin stared at Owen and his entourage of bodyguards for a moment, then turned to yell into the house, "Cecilia, get out here!"

Owen claimed to be his son-in-law, but he only had one daughter--Cecilia.

But Cecilia didn't even have a boyfriend. Where did this man calling him dad come from?

Although Cecilia had hidden herself away at home, she was still incredibly on edge.

She was constantly worried that Owen would show up at her house, even though Lucy had assured her that Owen wouldn't dare. But she still feared that Owen might impulsively come looking for her. She was constantly on alert for any signs of trouble outside.

When she heard the doorbell ring, it sent her heart racing.

In less than two minutes, she heard her father's calls and knew something was wrong.

Owen had come after her.

"Mom, I'm feeling really hot, and I'm all sweaty. I'm going to take a shower. Could you go see what Dad want?" Cecilia quickly excused herself and left.

"We're about to eat. Why are you taking a shower now? Your father was calling for you. Why are you running off? Did you do something wrong, and now someone's came to complain?" Becca asked, confused

"Cecilia! Get out here!" Kevin's voice became louder and louder.

Hearing the anger in her husband's voice, Becca hurriedly told Devon, "Dad, you start eating. I'll go see what's going on."

"Alright." Devon continued eating his dinner calmly.

"Honey, why are you yelling so loud? You're disturbing the neighbors."

As Becca scolded her husband, she stepped outside, only to be taken aback by the sight at the front door. She asked her husband, "What was going on?"

Seeing Becca, Owen grinned and called, "Mom."

Becca was stunned.

She tugged at her ear and asked Owen, "Mr. Martinez, I remembered you. What did you just call me?"

"Mom, you've got good eyes. I'm your son-in-law, Owen."

Becca was stunned. Son-in-law!

"Hold on, Mr. Martinez. Don't call me mom just yet. Can you explain what's going on? Are you here to propose to my daughter?"

So this was why he was calling her mom?

"Mom, can you let me in first? We can talk about it inside."

Seeing the group of bodyguards behind Owen, all of them loaded down with stuff, Becca had no choice but to open the door and let them in.

"Thanks, mom." After calling her mom once, Owen found it a lot easier to do it again.

Hearing him call her "mom" repeatedly, Becca was utterly confused about what was going on.

She watched Owen directing the bodyguards to bring in all the stuff, then turned to her husband, who was looking rather grim, and asked, "What happened? When did Cecilia get a boyfriend? And it was Mr. Martinez?"

Their family couldn't hold a candle to the Martinez family.

Even they'd heard that Mr. Martinez was infatuated with Ruby.

Especially their daughter, who was always badmouthing Owen to them, so they didn't have a very high opinion of him.

Kevin replied with a dark expression, "How would I know what's going on? Go ask your daughter!"

"Why are you taking it out on me? She's your daughter too, not just mine."

"Cecilia's already gone upstairs to take a shower. I thought it was strange! Why would she go take a shower right before dinner? Turns out she's stirred up trouble, and someone's come looking for her, so she's hiding!"

Once Becca realized what was going on, she stormed off with her husband into the house.

A few minutes later.

The three elders of the Yates family squeezed onto a two-seater sofa while Owen sat across from them under the stern gaze of all three.

The stuff Owen had bought filled the Yates' living room to the brim, with gifts everywhere.

"Mr. Martinez, you said you and Cecilia were married? Since when?" Kevin asked coldly.

Becca also chimed in, "We couldn't possibly not know about something so important."

"Mr. Martinez, you couldn't just say things liked that. Cecilia was single. You can't ruin her reputation and affect her marriage prospects, Mr. Martinez will have to take responsibility." After saying this, Becca felt like she might have said something wrong.

Owen replied, "Mom, I will take responsibility for Cecilia."

Becca was speechless.

"We've been married for a while now, and I didn't bring the certificate with me, so I can't show you. But you can take a look at this."

Owen took out the divorce agreement that Cecilia had given Ruby and spread it out on the coffee table in front of the three elders. Kevin picked up the paper and saw that it was a divorce agreement.

His brows furrowed, and he asked shakily, "You're getting divorced? My daughter's signature is on it. Did she ask for the divorce?" "Are you really married?"

If they weren't married, why would they be talking about divorce?

Since his daughter had written a divorce agreement, it meant that they really were married.

How could she not tell her family about something as big as getting married and to a family they couldn't possibly compare to?

Now, what was Owen doing here?

"Mr. Martinez, why are you here tonight?"

"Dad, when Cecilia and I tied the knot, it was kind of a rush job, and we kept it under wraps. The screw-up was all on me, and I was the one pushing for a secret wedding. Now, I'm eating humble pie, and I wanted to come clean about our marriage. I'm here tonight to said sorry for going behind your back and getting hitched. Also, I wanted to say to Cecilia, there was no way I will sign any divorce papers. I'm here for life, even in death. Since we've been intimate, she should take responsibility for me."

At this, the three elders of the Yates family didn't utter a word.

Cecilia, who had been eavesdropping from the top of the stairs, was near to blowing a gasket when she heard Owen talk about their intimacy. She shouted back, "Owen, what the hell are you spouting? When have we ever been intimate? I've never even laid a smooch on you!"

She only ever dreamed about him, where they shared a few kisses.

Even in her dreams, she was picky about his kissing technique. When he kissed her, it didn't feel like how Lucy described in the novels, like sitting on a cloud, feeling absolutely heavenly.