Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 110: Unraveling the Past

Stunned, Delphinia could only gape, words failing her. She blinked several times, unable to fully process what she had just heard. "Wait—" she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Lydia Morgan? The Lydia Morgan? She’s Ashton’s mother?"

Evander, reclining lazily on the bed with one arm behind his head, nodded as if what he had just revealed was an ordinary fact. He kept a neutral face, though his eyes seemed to hold something softer—maybe relief, maybe acceptance.

Delphinia sat cross-legged on the bed, the photo album resting heavily on her lap. Her fingers trembled slightly as she turned a page, revealing another picture of Lydia. Even in the grainy photo, taken during high school, Lydia Morgan’s beauty was undeniable. Her hair, long and sleek, framed a face with flawless symmetry, her confident smile lighting up the image.

Valerie was right, Delphinia thought to herself. Even back then, Lydia Morgan had been breathtaking.

"She was a knockout, even in high school."

Evander shifted slightly, the bedsheets rustling beneath him. "You’re way prettier, though," he said, his tone casual but sincere.

Delphinia’s head snapped up, her cheeks flushing at the unexpected compliment. She pressed her lips together, trying to suppress a smile. This wasn’t the time to let his words distract her—not when they were discussing something so serious.

"Thank you for that," she said softly, glancing at him before looking back down at the album. "And... thank you for telling me all of this."

Evander propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze steady on her. "You don’t have to thank me, Delphinia. You have a right to know. You’re my wife. You’re part of my family now."

His words warmed her heart, but her thoughts remained clouded. She hadn’t expected the evening to take such a turn. He passed her the photo album like it was nothing, but its contents weighed heavily on her.

Everything made sense now. Ashton’s mother wasn’t dead, as she had once assumed. Lydia Morgan—famous model, celebrity, and someone Delphinia had admired from afar—was alive and well. The revelation filled her with a mix of emotions: shock, curiosity, and a tinge of unease.

She flipped another page, her gaze lingering on a candid shot of Lydia laughing with a group of friends. "She was so young," Delphinia murmured.

"So was I," Evander replied, his tone quieter now.

Delphinia glanced at him, her eyes searching his face. "You were just kids," she said, her voice heavy with empathy. "You and Lydia... you took on so much responsibility at such a young age."

A quiet nod was all he offered, his eyes softening as they stayed on her.

Delphinia looked back at the album, her thoughts racing. She recalled the times she had seen Ashton’s expression darken when Lydia Morgan’s advertisements played on TV or appeared in magazines. It wasn’t just the ache of longing; it was a deep, unresolved pain.

"No wonder Ashton looked so sad seeing Lydia’s ads," Delphinia said, mostly to herself.

Evander sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah. It still hurts him, even now. He doesn’t want to see her, doesn’t want to talk about her."

Now it made sense: there wasn’t a single picture of Ashton’s mom, it had always been just Evander and Ashton.

Evander’s expression hardened slightly, a flicker of frustration crossing his face. "She made her choice. She left. Threw him away like he didn’t matter. That’s why he doesn’t want to see her—because he knows she didn’t care enough to stay."

Delphinia’s heart ached at his words. She remained silent, her fingers tracing the edge of a photo as she absorbed the weight of what he’d said.

After a moment, she spoke again, her voice hesitant. "Do you think... do you think Lydia will accept me as Ashton’s stepmother?"

Evander’s gaze sharpened. "It doesn’t matter," he said firmly. "Her thoughts don’t matter. The only thing that matters is that Ashton accepts you. That he likes you."

Delphinia bit her lip, unsure. "But no matter what, Lydia is still his mother. She might think I’m trying to take her place."

Evander sat up, his expression fierce. "You’re not taking anyone’s place. She gave up that role the moment she left. You didn’t steal anything, Delphinia. She abandoned him, and he’s still dealing with the scars from that."

Delphinia nodded slowly, though the weight of his words didn’t make her feel any lighter. She couldn’t shake the image of Ashton sitting in the café, his gaze fixed on Lydia’s ad with an expression of quiet pain.

As if sensing her lingering doubts, Evander moved closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind. His embrace was warm and grounding, his chin resting gently on her shoulder.

"You’re overthinking again," he murmured. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Delphinia managed a small smile. "I can’t help it. Ashton’s a wonderful kid, but I can see how much he’s hurting. And now I understand why."

Evander tightened his hold slightly. "That’s why I told you everything. You deserve to know, and I needed you to understand. But let this be the last time we talk about Lydia, okay?"

Delphinia turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze. "Why?"

"Because she doesn’t deserve space in our lives," Evander said firmly. "The only reason I brought her up tonight was to tell you the truth. But I don’t want her to be a part of our conversations, our worries, or our future. This is the last time, Delphinia."

She nodded, though her mind was still restless.

Evander’s tone lightened as he leaned back against the headboard. "Now, let’s talk about something else. We need to go on a proper date sometime."

Delphinia smiled at his attempt to shift the mood. "I’d like that."

"Good," he said, grinning lazily. "We’ll plan something soon."

Despite the warmth of his smile and the comfort of his arms, Delphinia couldn’t entirely quiet the thoughts swirling in her mind. The truth about Lydia Morgan and her connection to Ashton weighed heavily on her, leaving a knot in her chest that she couldn’t quite untangle.

Still, she rested her head against Evander’s shoulder, allowing herself a moment of peace. For now, the questions could wait.