The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 67

Evening had settled over Sherwood Manor in the Capital.

As soon as Kingsley stepped into the living room, he saw Old Mrs. Sherwood holding a stack of photos, whispering something to Wilma.

Hearing him, Old Mrs. Sherwood looked up and waved. "Just in time. Come over and take a look. Help choose."

Kingsley paused, a helpless smile curbing his lips. "Is it too late for me to turn around and leave?"

Before he finished speaking, Bacchus walked in wearing a crisp, smart casual jacket, asking loudly, "Too late for what?"

Kingsley took off his suit jacket, draped it over the armrest of the sofa, casually rolled up his shirt sleeves, and chin-pointed at the table. "What else? Picking a wife for you."

Old Mrs. Sherwood slapped the photos onto the coffee table in front of them with a *smack*, her tone brooking no argument. "Stop being cheeky. Choose for yourselves!"

Kingsley glanced at the photos on the table, the smile at the corner of his mouth turning colder and cynical. "What? Was one mistaken marriage not enough? Do I need another? Do you want me to be a two-time divorcee?"

Old Mrs. Sherwood's face darkened. She stared at him. "Are you in any position to say that? Have you forgotten how you ruined your own marriage? You were given a chance."

Seeing the tension, Bacchus reached out and picked up the photos to flip through them, smoothing things over with a laugh. "Heh, these girls look good."

He lowered his eyes to stare at the photos, sighing. "But picking one out of dozens really is a bit difficult."

With that, he placed the photos back on the table.

Old Mrs. Sherwood glared at Bacchus. "What? Do you want to have ten wives? If you won't choose, I'll make the decision for you!"

"You!" Old Mrs. Sherwood's face instantly turned dark. She pointed at him and scolded sharply, "If you're not choosing, roll out!"

Kingsley replied faintly, "I'm nearly thirty; 'rolling out' is a bit undignified... I choose to walk."

He patted Bacchus on the shoulder, joking yet warning, "Choose well. The continuation of our family line depends on you."

"Get the hell out right now!" Old Mrs. Sherwood was so angry she grabbed a teacup from the table and threw it at him. The cup hit the floor with a crash, shattering into pieces.

Susan looked at the photos on the table, was silent for a moment, and said softly, "Some mistakes only need to exist once."

With that, she turned and left the living room as well.