A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust

Fleur stood there, her gaze icy as she stared at Gideon, her anger reaching a

boiling point. Then her eyes flicked over to Calliope, who remained as composed as ever, lounging casually in her seat.

With a shrug, Calliope rose to her feet.

"I'm going to chat with Eamon," she announced before heading out to the backyard, leaving the grand hall to Fleur and her two companions.

When Calliope was out of sight, Fleur stormed over to Gideon and slapped him across the face.

"Gideon, what foolery are you up to?" she demanded. "You're my son, but I'm extremely disappointed in you!"

"What did you just say? That you're having second thoughts? That you want to be with her? She's with Silas, for heaven's sake! Are you really going to compete with him over a woman?"

"You were the one who wanted this marriage, and now you're the one saying you don't? How old are you? Is this some kind of game to you?"

Gideon's plans to marry Yvette had been an embarrassment for Fleur. Now, with Gideon talking about calling it off, and even dragging Calliope into the decision- making, Fleur was beside herself with frustration.

"Do you realize how infuriating this is?" she continued. "Now you're having regrets? What were you even thinking back then? If you hadn't run off over this woman, Calliope would probably be your wife by now. Heck, you might even have a kid already! She may not be perfect, but she's miles better than this country bumpkin!"

Fleur spared no kindness for Yvette, her disdain painfully clear as she spat out terms like "country bumpkin." The thought of Yvette's unhelpful, burdensome family only fueled her contempt. Fleur's vision for Yvette was clear: once she married into the Baker family, she must sever all ties with her past.

Yvette's face e turned ashen, her expression pained. She knew Fleur looked down on her, but it was unbearable to be insulted to her face, right in front of Gideon. She clenched her fists, her anger barely contained.

"Wasn't it you who opposed us in the first place?" Gideon stepped forward,

meeting Fleur's gaze with a sardonic smile. "If it hadn't been for your interference,

none of this would have happened."

"Interference?" Fleur's eyes narrowed. "I may have been against it, but the

wedding still happened. Did I tell you to run off?"

After speaking, Fleur cast another scornful glance at Yvette. "It's all because of this little witch. If she hadn't seduced you, none of would have happened! If it weren't

for her, you wouldn't have, net

Caffiope. Calliope wouldn't have

married Silas. And Silas wouldn't be making life so difficult for you and your father!"

Fleur's anger was palpable as she looked at Yvette.

Yvette bit her lip, her nails digging into her palms. She seemed numb to the pain, focused only on the confrontation before her.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "But, Gideon, Fleur, for the baby's sake, please, can we not do this?"

She lowered her head, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Fleur glanced at Yvette's belly, taking a deep breath. "At least you have some sense. That child is very important to us."

Gideon, however, couldn't hide his

growing disdain for Yvette. He felt no attachment to the child and found himself resenting Yvette more with each passing day. During the wedding fiasco, it had been her phone call that threw everything into chaos. He couldn't shake the suspicion that she'd timed it deliberately. noveldrama