# Chapter 247: A Heartfelt Meal and a Hidden Truth
Hello, my dear readers! How is everyone doing today? I hope you're all ready for another emotional journey, because this chapter of "Remarried After I Secretly Divorced the CEO" brings us a deeply touching moment between Autumn and her grandmother, Ginny. There's warmth, family bonds, and a quiet revelation that even Autumn herself didn't see coming. So without further ado, let's step into this touching chapter together!
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The sun was still beating down relentlessly when Autumn ended her call with Ginny. Her fingers tightened around her phone before she tossed it onto the passenger seat, her jaw clenching with a mix of frustration and sorrow.
*Grandma, wait for me. I'll come right over.*
Sometimes she truly couldn't understand the Lewis family. She hadn't grown up within those walls, so it was natural for them to be indifferent to her—she was used to that by now. But Grandma? That woman had poured her entire life into the Lewis household. Every sacrifice, every sleepless night, every worry and care—all of it had been for the sake of that family.
And in the end? What did she get in return?
A deep, aching sadness rose in Autumn's chest like a slow tide. Maybe the Lewis family truly was heartless. They only ever believed that whatever they thought was right had to be right. There was no room for nuance, no space for compassion when they had already decided where their loyalties stood.
As Autumn drove through the familiar streets, her mind drifted back to her childhood—long before her parents' divorce, when their home had been filled with laughter and warmth. Her little feet had pattered across the kitchen floor, running toward the smell of freshly cooked meals, toward the sound of her grandmother's gentle voice calling her name.
The family wasn't like this back then.
No, it was only after Susan and her daughter moved in that everything changed. Like poison seeping into clear water, they had slowly colored the hearts of the Lewis family members. Except for Ginny, the others had all fallen under their influence. They could no longer tell right from wrong, no longer see beyond the false sweetness Luna presented to them.
Autumn's hands tightened on the steering wheel. The disappointment she felt toward her father and uncles was a stale, familiar bitterness now. But what truly cut her deepest was watching her grandmother suffer in silence.
When Autumn pulled up to the Lewis villa, she immediately spotted two figures waiting outside. The afternoon heat was still sweltering, yet Ginny sat there in her wheelchair, her silver hair catching the sunlight, while Irene stood faithfully beside her.
The moment Autumn parked the car, Irene carefully wheeled Ginny over to her. Autumn stepped out, and seeing her grandmother's weathered face soften with kindness, she felt her heart ache anew.
"Autumn, you've had a long day," Ginny said, her voice warm despite the exhaustion that still clung to her after her recent hospital stay. "It's hot outside. I asked Irene to make your favorite dishes. Let's go in and eat."
Autumn smiled, genuinely touched by the thoughtfulness. "Alright. Thank you, Grandma. You always think of me."
She truly meant every word. In a family where she had always been the outsider, Gran's love was a rare and precious thing during her visits.
Walking behind her grandmother, Autumn let Irene go in first while she took over pushing the wheelchair. She guided Ginny carefully across the threshold and into the spacious villa.
As they approached the dining room, the scent of home-cooked food enveloped Autumn like a warm embrace. Rich, savory aromas mingled in the air—braised meat, stir-fried vegetables, and something fragrant that reminded her of her childhood. Her stomach gave a soft rumble, and she realized just how hungry she was.
As Ginny had said, the rest of the family was nowhere to be seen. The enormous villa felt emptier than she'd ever remembered it. No bustling footsteps upstairs, no hushed conversations from the living room. The silence was stark, almost oppressive, broken only by the gentle sounds of Irene setting out dishes.
Autumn glanced around the cavernous dining room. Three generations of the Lewis family had lived beneath this roof, yet right now, it was just an old woman, a maid, and her. The ones who should have been here, who should have been hovering around their newly discharged matriarch with concern and care, were all absent—rushing off to fuss over Luna's cold, no doubt.
A hot surge of indignation rose in Autumn's chest. Her grandmother had just been discharged from the hospital. She should have been surrounded by her children and grandchildren, showered with love and attention. Instead, she was left here alone in this cold, sprawling house, while Luna—who probably had nothing more than a sniffle—commanded the family's full attention like a queen summoning her court.
Autumn picked up her fork and carefully placed a piece of tender meat into Ginny's bowl.
"Grandma," she asked, keeping her voice gentle, "how did Luna suddenly fall sick?"
Ginny let out a tired sigh, her chopsticks hovering over her own meal. "I don't know the details. Susan got a call and said Luna was sick. I only heard her say it was probably a chill. She suddenly caught a cold and fever, so they sent her to the hospital."
So that was it.
Autumn almost laughed at the absurdity—but it was a bitter, humorless sound. Typical Luna. Always something or another. An endless parade of small crises and dramatic ailments that ensured her position as the center of the Lewis family's universe never wavered. Was it a headache one week? A sprained ankle the next? Now a cold with a fever?
No matter what it was, the Lewis family always rushed to Luna's side, always treated her like fine porcelain that might shatter at any moment. And that only fueled Luna's willfulness. The more they coddled her, the more she demanded. It was a vicious, endless cycle.
What really struck Autumn was the sheer foolishness of it all. Three grown men in this family—her father, her uncles—each of them supposedly successful and intelligent in their own right. Yet these two women, Susan and Luna, spun them around like tops, directing their every move with practiced ease. It was almost pathetic when you thought about it. Grown men reduced to puppets on a string, dancing to whatever tune Luna's mother played.
Autumn shook her head slightly and focused on her meal. Both she and Ginny finished dinner, though Autumn noticed she wasn't the only one lacking appetite. But still, she ate every dish Ginny placed in her bowl, savoring the flavors that reminded her of a simpler time.
While Irene began clearing the table, Ginny reached out and took Autumn's hand in hers. Her skin was thin and delicate, warm despite her recent illness.
"Autumn," Ginny began, her voice still a little hoarse from her hospital stay, "last time I told you to bring the one you like home. Have you spoken to him yet?"
Autumn froze for several long seconds, a piece of food halfway to her mouth. Her eyes widened slightly before she slowly set down her chopsticks and crouched down so she was eye-level with her grandmother.
"Grandma, there's no rush," Autumn said, mustering a casual tone that she didn't quite feel. "I'm still young. Are you really that eager to see me married off?"
She attempted a light laugh, but it felt hollow even to her own ears.
The truth was, her relationship with Keith hadn't even reached the point of being an official couple. They were still navigating those gray, ambiguous waters between friendship and something more. If she brought him home and proclaimed him as "the one she liked," the entire house of cards would collapse instantly—the lie would unravel in a heartbeat.
And besides, with his status, with all that he was and had, how could he possibly come home to meet her grandmother? The very thought seemed preposterous. He was Keith, the powerful CEO of a major corporation. He didn't do casual family dinners.
But then, something struck Autumn as odd. A subtle shift in her own thoughts that made her pause.
When Ginny had mentioned "the one she liked," why was Keith the first person who came to mind?
Why hadn't she thought of Julian at all?
She should have—shouldn't she? He was the one who had once shared her life, the man she was now remarrying. Yet in that moment, her heart had reached for Keith's image without hesitation. Her mind, her instincts, her very soul had conjured Keith's face before she could even consciously consider who she should be thinking about.
What did that even mean?
Could it be that she had feelings for Keith? Deeper than she had been willing to admit? The thought unsettled her, sending ripples through her carefully maintained emotional defenses.
Before she could spiral further into confusion, Ginny patted the back of her hand gently, drawing Autumn's attention back to the present.
"Good child," Ginny said, her eyes soft with affection and a lifetime of wisdom. "You know I just want to see you settled with someone good. Only then can I be at peace."
There was so much love in those words—and so much worry hidden beneath them. Autumn felt her chest tighten with emotion. Her grandmother, who had been abandoned by the rest of the family, still spent her final concerns on her wayward granddaughter.
"Grandma..." Autumn whispered, her voice trailing off.
She wanted to say so many things. She wanted to tell her that she would be fine, that she would find happiness, that she would make her proud. But the words stuck in her throat, tangled with the complexities of her current situation—a secret divorce, a remarriage built on unknown foundations, and a heart that was starting to betray its own expectations.
All she could do was squeeze her grandmother's hand back and offer a reassuring smile.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, what a tender and emotionally resonant chapter! This was such a beautiful, quiet moment between Autumn and her grandmother. I loved the suffocating contrast between the warmth of Ginny's kindness and the cold emptiness of the Lewis villa. Seeing Autumn recognize the family's neglect of their matriarch truly tugged at my heartstrings.
But the most intriguing part? Definitely that moment when Autumn realized she thought of Keith before Julian. That subtle psychological shift speaks volumes about where her heart is truly leaning. It's these quiet moments of self-discovery that make this story so compelling!
The chapter masterfully balances emotional depth with relationship progression, laying the groundwork for what promises to be a major turning point in Autumn's emotional journey.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Now that Autumn has finally acknowledged (even if only to herself) that Keith was the first person on her mind, I predict the next chapter will push her relationship with Keith to a new level. Perhaps a chance encounter or a deliberate meeting will force Autumn to confront these newly recognized feelings. Will she finally admit to herself that her heart has moved on from Julian? And with Grandma's gentle pressure urging her to bring someone home, perhaps Keith might actually make an unexpected appearance! Get ready for what promises to be a game-changing chapter!
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