Marrying My Ex 20

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Chapter 20

Standing near the grand entrance was Beatrice Snow, Harding's sister-in
-law and Connor's mother. Her face was a mask of polite welcome, but
her eyes were cold with a venomous hatred. And lurking in the shadows
near a marble pillar was Connor himself. He had changed into a clean
suit, but he couldn't hide the dark circles under his eyes or the subtle,
professional wrappingaround his wrist.

His eyes locked on Anissa, and the look inthem was pure poison
“Anissa darling,” Beatrice cooed, glidingtoward them, her smile as sharp
as glass. "Welcome to the family, We are all so... surprisedto have you,"
Anissa smiled back, her own smile just as bright and just as false. The
rubles on her neck felt like a warm shield against the woman's icy
hostility. "Thank you for the warm welcome, Beatrice. | do hope | can be
a more... valuable asset to the family than your son was."

The jab hit its mark. Beatrice's face tightened, her polite facade cracking
for a split second before beingplastered back into place.

Before she could retort, a commanding voice cut through the tension
“She is not an asset. She is the future.”

Aurthur Snow, the family patriarch, was being wheeled toward them by
an attendant. The crowd parted before him like the Red Sea. He stopped
infront of Anissa, hisold, shrewd eyes filled with a surprisingwarmth. He
took her hand in his frail, spotted one.

"You' he declared, his voice ringing with authority, "are the finest
matriarch this family has seen in a generation. Let it be known" he said,
his gaze sweepingthe silent, stunned crowd, ‘that any disrespect shown
to my granddaughterin-law is a direct insult to me"

The public declaration was a death blow to any plans Beatrice and
Connor had for humiliating her. Her position was now unassailable,
cemented by the one man whose word was law.

The dinnerwas a blur of veiled questions and sycophantic praise, Anissa
handled it all with a cool, detached grace, with Harding a silent,
formidable presence at her side, Every time a distant cousin or a rival
CEO tried to probe for weakness, Harding's quiet, unwaveringgaze would
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shut them down instantly

Connorwatched her from across the vast diningroom, his eyes burning
holes in her back. He drank glass after glass of wine his resentment
simmering his face growing darker with each toast made in Anissas
honor.

Finally, he saw his chance. Harding was pulled into a conversation with
a senator. Anissa was momentarily alone at their table. Connor pushed
himself to his feet and swayed toward her, his movements unsteady.
Anissa saw him coming She calmly placed her fork down, dabbed her
lips with her napkin and waited.

He loomed over her, his eyes red-rimmed, his breath sour with wine.
"Anissa" he slurred, his voice a low, pleading whisper that was meant
only for her but was loud enough for the nearby tables to hear. ‘How can
you be so cruel? After everything? Won't you just give me one more
chance?"

She picked up her wine glass, swirling the deep red liquid, the color
matching her dress. She looked up at him her expression one of profound
boredom.

“Chances are for people, Connor,” she said, her voice clear and cutting in
the relative quiet. "Not for discarded trash."

She took a slow, deliberate sip of her wine her eyes never leaving his.
"But don't look so sad, After all, we're family now. You should be happy
for your aunt, shouldn't you?"

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