Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 75: Welcome Home

The car rolled to a stop in front of a grand, massive mansion. The mansion’s tall walls, covered in detailed carvings and lined with big windows, seemed to blend into the dark night. Delphinia’s heart sank as her eyes fixed on the familiar structure. The Harrington estate—a place she had once called home.

The sound of the engine faded, replaced by an awkward hush inside the car. Delphinia’s chest felt tight as her gaze lingered on the house. She barely noticed when the driver got out and opened her door. Hesitating, she placed one foot on the gravel driveway, then the other, stepping out slowly.

The evening’s chill wrapped around her, making her shiver as she stayed still in the garden. The trimmed hedges and sparkling fountains shimmered faintly in the moonlight, but no amount of beauty could soften the harsh memories that bombarded her now.

Her throat tightened as memories from the past overwhelmed her. All the harsh words, the endless demands, the cold glare from her father’s eyes—it all rushed back. She winced, her fingers curling into fists at her sides as if trying to ground herself.

"Young lady," one of the men spoke firm. "Please come inside. The master is waiting for you."

Delphinia didn’t move. The weight of her dread keeping her feet planted as she stared at the doors.The idea of stepping inside made her stomach churn. Crossing those doors felt like sealing her fate in a prison—one she might never escape from.

The man shifted uncomfortably, glancing back at his companions before speaking again. "Miss, it’s not good to stand in the cold air like this. Please, come in."

Still, she didn’t budge. The garden’s silence seemed to grow louder, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves in the wind. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her mind racing.

Then the sound of footsteps echoed from the mansion’s entrance. A figure emerged, walking slowly down the steps. Her eyes went wide, and her whole body tensed when she realized who it was.

It was him. Robert Harrington.

Her father.

He moved forward, his commanding presence as strong as ever, his intense gaze pinning her in place. Even from a distance, Delphinia could see the deep lines etched into his stern face. His once jet-black hair was now streaked with silver, but the coldness in his gaze had not aged a day.

"Let her be," Robert ordered, his voice cutting through the quiet night. "If she wants to stand outside, let her. As long as she doesn’t leave the estate, I don’t care where she decides to linger."

Delphinia’s hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She took a slow, steadying breath before speaking. "Nice to see you again, Father."

Robert stopped a few feet away, his intense stare locked onto her. "I wish I could say the same," he said coldly, his tone laced with disappointment.

Delphinia forced herself to remain calm, though her heart pounded in her chest. She met his gaze, refusing to let him intimidate her.

"Your divorce from Kai Robinson," Robert began, his voice sharp and accusing, "was a humiliation to this family. You failed in your duty as a wife. Do you even understand what disgrace you’ve brought upon the Harrington name?"

Her stomach twisted, but she refused to let her father see any sign of weakness. "If I’ve humiliated the Harringtons so much, why do you want me back here? Wouldn’t it be better if I stayed away and never showed my face again?"

Robert’s eyes narrowed, his face darkening with anger. "How dare you speak to me like that!" he barked. His voice echoed through the garden, startling a few birds in the nearby trees.

He took a step closer, his finger pointing accusingly at her. "The Harringtons have shown you nothing but kindness. We’re willing to take in a widow—one who’s been discarded by her own husband—and this is how you repay us?"

Delphinia let out a bitter laugh, though her hands trembled at her sides. "Kindness?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I never asked for your so-called kindness. I’d rather live on the streets than step foot in this house again."

Robert’s face hardened, his jaw tightening as his fists clenched at his sides. His next words came out low and menacing. "Take her to her room. Do not let her out."

Before Delphinia could react, two of the men moved toward her. Their hands reached for her arms, but she jerked away, her voice rising. "Don’t touch me!"

"Bring her inside," Robert commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The men grabbed her arms despite her protests, their grip like iron. Delphinia struggled, her heart pounding as panic set in. "I said, don’t touch me!" she shouted, her voice cracking.

Her feet dragged against the gravel as the men began to pull her toward the house. She twisted and fought, her breaths coming in short, frantic bursts. "Let go of me!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the night.

Robert watched the scene unfold with a cold, detached expression, his hands clasped behind his back. "Enough of this nonsense," he said sharply. "Get her inside."

Delphinia’s heels scraped against the steps as she was forced up the stairs. Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. "You can’t do this!" she yelled, her voice breaking with frustration and fear.

The mansion’s large doors drew nearer, light spilling from inside as they swung open. Her protests grew louder, her voice cracking as she fought against them. "I won’t stay here!"

The men said nothing, their faces emotionless as they pulled her inside. The heavy doors closed behind her with a resounding thud, sealing her fate.

Delphinia’s chest heaved as she looked around the grand foyer, her eyes darting to the marble floors, the gilded staircase, and the cold, lifeless chandeliers above. It was just as she remembered—opulent, suffocating, and utterly devoid of warmth.

Her father’s voice echoed behind her, sharp and unforgiving. "Welcome home, Delphinia."

But to her, it felt like anything but home. It felt like a cage.