Chapter 148 Vincent Is My Husband?!
C Gets
Summer didn’t answer right away. Instead, she looked at me with a puzzled expression, like she was trying to piece something together.
After a long pause, realization flickered across her face.
“Oh, right,” she muttered, more to herself than to me. “I completely forgot–you lost your memory.”
She let out a short laugh–but it wasn’t just amused. It was edged with something sharper. “But seriously? You don’t remember Vincent at all? And the weirdest part? Since you forgot everything, you haven’t been anywhere near him. Instead, you’ve been glued to Ryan. What the hell is that about?”
My heart was racing out of control. Vincent…? Why would I have anything to do with Vincent?
Ryan had made it clear: I was nothing more than Vincent’s aunt by marriage.
But judging from Summer’s reaction, things were definitely not that simple.
I tried to calm the storm inside me, even as something inside me started unraveling. I met her eyes, my voice tight. “Stop playing games. If you know something, just say it. All of it.”
Summer tilted her head and gave me a smirk. “So, Ryan didn’t tell you any of this?”
I didn’t answer, but my silence–and the fire behind it–said everything.
If I already knew the truth, I wouldn’t be sitting here with her, desperate for answers
She took a long, slow sip of her coffee, like she was savoring the moment. Then finally, she said, “Fine. I’ll tell you. But…”
She paused, her voice shifting. “I have a condition,”
I frowned. “What kind of condition?”
Her eyes darkened. That smug smile twisted into something more personal. Possessive. “From now on, you keep your distance from Ryan.”
I froze
She leaned in, her gaze burning with certainty. “Gabrielle, listen closely. Ryan is the man I want. And I will have him.”
I let out a dry, incredulous laugh. “…Are you actually serious right now?”
She scoffed. “Dead serious.”
“So, that day at the mall–Ryan and I were shopping. You were following us, weren’t you?”
Summer didn’t even flinch. She nodded without hesitation. “Yep.”
She said it like it was the most normal thing in the world. “That’s how I tracked down your contact info. That’s how I found you–and why we’re having this little negotiation.”
I was speechless. This woman was disturbingly obsessed.
She looked me over like I was something she’d stepped in. “Honestly, I don’t see what’s so special
