Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 13: Plans of a Reluctant Wife

Delphinia sat cross-legged on the bed, staring out at the big room. She sighed and rubbed her temples. It was almost noon, and she hadn’t stepped out of the bedroom since waking up. Her thoughts were spinning, going over how ridiculous her situation was.

This marriage wasn’t just a bad idea—it was an outright catastrophe. But what could she do? She pressed her lips together, exhaling sharply.

"The hell with him and his annoying ways," she muttered aloud, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Her hands gripped the edge of the mattress as she glared at the door. "Fifty million dollars? Tch, not like I can afford to pay that back."

A knowing smile spread across Delphinia’s face as a thought crossed her mind. If Evander didn’t want her out of this marriage, fine. She would stay, and not just stay—she was going to crush it. She’d make herself at home, enjoy the luxury, and let him taste the bitter irony of his own decisions.

"I’ll latch onto him like a leech," she whispered to herself, her green eyes glinting mischievously. "I’ve been through the battlefield of marriage once and survived. What’s another round? At least this time, I won’t have to worry about a roof over my head or where my next paycheck is coming from."

She leaned back, crossing her arms with a triumphant expression. "If he gets tired of me, he’ll divorce me, and I’ll be free. Until then..." She chuckled darkly. "I’ll live like a queen. Absorb all his wealth to survive. Let’s see how long Mr. Perfect can tolerate me."

Her smirk widened, but her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Delphinia straightened, her brow furrowing.

"Who is it?" she called, her voice laced with suspicion.

The door opened slowly to reveal a middle-aged woman in a neatly pressed uniform. Her face showed kindness as she gave a warm, professional smile. "Good afternoon, ma’am. I’m Sienna, one of the house staff. Lunch is ready, and Mr. Walton has requested your presence in the dining room."

Delphinia blinked, processing the words. "Mr. Walton, huh? Of course, he’d make a formal request," she muttered under her breath.

"Tell him I’ll be down in a few minutes," she said aloud.

Sienna nodded, her expression never wavering. "Very well, ma’am. Before I go, I’ve been asked to inform you that the clothes in the walk-in closet are all yours. Mr. Walton wanted you to know you’re free to use them."

Delphinia’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. She opened her mouth to reply, but Sienna had already stepped back into the hallway, gently closing the door behind her.

"Well, well," Delphinia murmured, tilting her head thoughtfully. She stood up and walked toward the closet, curiosity winning over her reluctance.

The moment she opened the door, she was greeted by rows upon rows of designer clothing. Dresses, suits, and casual wear in every style and fabric imaginable lined the pristine shelves and hangers. Shoes were arranged in neat rows, and there were even accessories displayed as if in a boutique.

It was impossible to ignore the effort that had gone into this—every piece looked like it belonged in a high-end fashion magazine. She felt a small thrill, maybe flattery, at the idea that Evander Walton had gone to such lengths to prepare this. Did he expect her to be impressed? To be grateful? Was this his way of showing that he knew what she needed, that he’d somehow studied her?

Her fingers skimmed over the fabrics. Most of the clothes weren’t her style—too fancy or way too flashy—but she found a simple cream blouse and a pair of tailored black pants that suited her taste.

"Not bad," she muttered, changing quickly. She glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror, smoothing her hair before stepping out of the room.

The hallway outside was just as impressive as the bedroom. Crystal chandeliers dangled from the ceiling, throwing soft light over the shiny marble floors. The air smelled faintly of lavender, and the walls had some fancy art pieces hanging on them.

"Rich people and their obsession with flaunting wealth," Delphinia mumbled as she made her way down the grand staircase.

Delphinia couldn’t help but appreciate how stylish the place was. Evander Walton certainly had an eye for elegance. The luxurious touches were evident in every corner. Quite the opposite of Kai, she thought, her mind briefly drifting to her ex-husband.

Kai had never cared for anything refined—his idea of luxury had been draining his bank account on alcohol and late-night clubbing. Delphinia clenched her jaw, shaking her head. Don’t think about him, she warned herself. Dwelling on Kai was like inviting bad luck into her life, and she had no room for that now.

The dining room was just as luxurious. A long mahogany table dominated the space, surrounded by high-backed chairs upholstered in rich burgundy fabric. Evander was already seated at the head of the table, his posture relaxed as he skimmed through something on his phone.

He looked up when he heard her footsteps and raised an eyebrow. "I thought you might starve yourself up there."

Delphinia rolled her eyes, pulling out a chair and sitting down. "Maybe I should have. It would’ve saved me from your company."

Evander smirked, setting his phone down. "Charming, as always."

Before she could snap back, the sound of soft footsteps reached her ears. She turned her head toward the doorway, and her gaze landed on a small figure.

A little boy with black hair and striking hazel eyes stepped into the room. Hecouldn’t have been more than five or six years old. He pale green shirt and black shorts, carrying a little toy truck in his hand.

The boy stopped a few feet away from Delphinia, his wide eyes scanning her from head to toe. There was no shyness in his gaze—only curiosity mixed with a hint of judgment.

Delphinia shifted awkwardly under the kid’s stare. Who was he, anyway? Evander’s niece? The maid’s daughter?

Finally, the little boy tilted his head slightly and said, "Oh, so you’re my new stepmother."