Chapter 3My Husband Wants His Ex-Girlfriend on Our Honeymoon

I sneered at Evelyn. "So, what exactly are you suggesting?"

Evelyn said, as if it were obvious, "Of course, all three of you should go! My son is up for that huge promotion, you know. Don't cause any trouble!"

Ah, so that's why she suddenly butted in. She was afraid that if I didn't go, rumors about Liam and Ashley would spread.

I smiled, radiating fake innocence. "I understand, Evelyn. You're worried people will talk about Liam, right?"

Evelyn shot me a sideways glance. "You know that, yet you're still causing a scene! Hurry up and pack your bags. My son hasn't been on a vacation in ages. As his wife, you should be more considerate!"

Liam stood beside his mother, nodding in agreement.

Birds of a feather, indeed. Their united front was truly unwavering.

I put down the clothes I was holding. "If you're so worried about rumors, then don't bring Ashley! You're home, Evelyn, you can keep her company."

Ashley was scared of men, and Liam's mother wasn't a man. What could possibly happen with two women together?

It was clearly the best arrangement, but Liam immediately objected:

"I told you, Ashley only feels safe with me! We'll all go together. Are you really worried something will happen between her and me?"

"If I wanted something to happen with Ashley, would I have married you?!"

It felt like a blade had pierced my chest. My eyes burned, threatening to spill tears.

I looked up at the ceiling, my heart turning to stone.

"If you want to take her, go ahead. I'm not going."

Evelyn glared at me, complaining, "Why are you so ungrateful? Ashley gave me her gold bracelet the moment she arrived yesterday, and she promised to pay for all the honeymoon expenses. What more could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"

Evelyn was wearing a leather jacket I had bought her – an expensive Hermès winter piece.

She'd mentioned once that she'd never owned anything nice and got cold easily, so I'd spent eight thousand dollars on that jacket for her.

I told her it was only two hundred, and she scolded me for wasting money, for not thinking about our little family. When I said I bought it with my own savings, she just laughed and said:

"It's better to save that money for renovations. Your marital home still needs a lot of furniture!"

The living room had a ten-thousand-dollar sofa set, hundreds of thousands in renovation costs, and Liam's daily high-end suits and shirts – which of those didn't I pay for?

But in Evelyn's eyes, all of it was simply her son's due.

Ashley's one, possibly fake, gold bracelet had completely swayed her, making me feel pathetic and laughable.

Looking at Liam and Evelyn's hostile faces, I didn't get angry. Instead, I laughed.

"You're right, I'm ungrateful. If Ashley wants to go, then let her. Whatever I say, you won't listen anyway."

They wanted a threesome, but I definitely didn't.

Whoever wanted to deal with this weird family could have them. This kind of trash? Not for me.

Liam, thinking I was giving in, lowered his voice. "We're not ignoring your wishes, we're discussing it with you."

I looked at Liam with derision.

Discussing?

Had they ever given me a chance to say no?

The moment I even thought of saying no, they, mother and son, would immediately condescendingly accuse me of being unreasonable and overly jealous.

They called that discussing?

Liam sighed. "Okay, my tone was a bit harsh earlier, but aren't you also to blame? If you weren't so jealous, we wouldn't be fighting."

"Let's let this one slide. But don't do it again."

He was the one making the outrageous demand, yet somehow, it was all my fault now.

Before, whenever we fought, Liam would yell and scream, then eventually back down, magnanimously admitting he had issues, only to then flip it around and say I had issues too.

The old me was so naive, always thinking that in any argument, both sides bore responsibility, and I'd always blame myself and reflect.

Looking back now, my brain must have been completely fried. Liam was clearly the problem. I wasn't wrong at all!