Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 136: Pay No Attention

The faint sound of running water drifted from the bathroom, where Evander was taking a shower. Delphinia stood near the large window, her arms wrapped around herself as she gazed outside. The city skyline stretched before her, lights twinkling against the dark sky, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

She could still feel the bite of their words, even hours later. Their casual cruelty, their assumptions, their condescending smiles. How easily they belittled her, how effortlessly they dismissed her as nothing more than a reckless girl who had thrown her life away. And before her? Before she stepped into this role, Evander had endured it alone.

A pang of guilt settled in her chest. He must have heard those whispers, those judgments. People must have sneered at him, questioned his decisions. She had always admired his strength, his ability to appear unfazed by the world’s harsh words, but had it hurt him too? Had he stood in the same spot she did now, wondering if he was enough?

Lost in thought, she barely registered the sound of the shower turning off, nor the quiet padding of footsteps across the plush carpet. It wasn’t until she felt the warmth of strong arms wrapping around her waist from behind that she blinked in surprise.

Evander.

His damp skin pressed against her back, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His hair was still wet, droplets of water trailing down his collarbone. He rested his chin on her shoulder, pulling her closer.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice was deep, laced with curiosity and concern.

Delphinia hesitated, shaking her head. "Nothing."

Evander huffed lightly, his arms tightening around her. "Liar."

She smiled faintly at that, but it didn’t reach her eyes. He always saw right through her.

"You’ve been weird today," he murmured. "Didn’t eat much at dinner, didn’t smile as much either. Something’s bothering you."

She bit her lip, unsure how to respond. Was it worth bringing up? Would it change anything? Would it hurt him if she voiced what had been running through her mind?

Evander shifted, turning her gently in his arms until she was facing him. His eyes studied her intently, waiting. She could see the silent patience in them, the quiet demand that she let him in.

But the words wouldn’t come.

Instead, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his torso, pressing herself tightly against him. He was so warm, so solid. She breathed in his familiar scent—soap, something slightly musky, entirely him.

Evander hesitated for a moment before he returned the embrace, resting his chin atop her head. "That bad, huh?" he mused.

She shook her head against his chest. "I just... I saw Lydia today," she murmured at last.

Evander stiffened slightly, just for a second, before relaxing again. "At the school?"

Delphinia nodded. "She was just... sitting in her car. Watching. I don’t think Ashton saw her."

His fingers trailed soothingly up and down her spine. "And this is what’s been bothering you?"

She hesitated. It was only part of it. But instead of answering, she merely nodded.

Evander pulled back slightly, tilting her chin up so he could see her face. "Really? That’s all?" His brows lifted slightly, unconvinced. "Because I have a feeling there’s more."

Delphinia swallowed hard. Of course, he would know. He always did.

"I..." She hesitated, then shook her head. "It’s nothing important."

Evander scoffed, clearly unimpressed with her answer. "Delphinia," he said, his voice softer now, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "Was it those mothers?"

Her eyes widened slightly, and Evander’s jaw clenched. "I knew it," he muttered. "What did they say to you?"

Delphinia quickly shook her head, panic flashing through her. "It’s fine! I fought back, I didn’t let them get away with it—"

"Of course, you didn’t." Evander smirked slightly, though his eyes still held a dangerous glint. "That’s my wife."

She released a breath, relieved that he wasn’t pressing further. "They just... assumed things," she admitted. "That I was a teen mom. That I must have dropped out of school. That I threw my life away."

Evander’s expression darkened instantly. "Just ignore it, Delphinia."

Delphinia shrugged, trying to appear indifferent. "I know. I don’t care for it anyway."

His arms tightened around her. " But I’ll make sure they never say anything like that again."

She quickly shook her head. "No, Evander. It’s not necessary."

His lips pressed into a thin line, clearly not convinced.

"I already handled it," she assured him. "I gave them quite the earful."

At that, Evander smirked again, the dangerous glint in his eyes softening just a little. "I bet you did."

"I did." She huffed, folding her arms. "You should have seen their faces."

Evander chuckled, pulling her back against him. "I wish I had." He kissed her forehead, lingering for a moment. "But still... they had no right."

Delphinia sighed, resting her head against his chest. "I just kept thinking... if they said those things so easily to me, then what must they have said to you? Did they ever say things like that about you?"

He was quiet for a moment before answering. "Yeah."

Her grip tightened around him.

"But," he continued, tilting her chin up again, "I never cared." His eyes softened. "Because none of them mattered. Only Ashton did."

Delphinia bit her lip. "Still..."

Evander leaned down, brushing his lips over hers. "Don’t let them get to you," he murmured. "You’re incredible. Ashton adores you. And as for me..." He smirked slightly. "I think you’re pretty amazing too."

A blush spread across her cheeks, but before she could say anything, Evander kissed her fully. She melted into him, her hands gripping the back of his neck. He tasted warm, familiar, safe.

As Evander’s lips lingered on hers, Delphinia felt the last traces of doubt begin to fade. He was right. She didn’t need to let their words get to her.

What did it matter what people like Renata thought? They didn’t know her. They didn’t know Ashton. They only saw what they wanted to see—a version of her they had twisted to fit their own narrative. But that wasn’t reality.

Reality was the warmth in Evander’s touch, the quiet reassurance in his gaze. Reality was Ashton’s laughter, his trust, the way he looked at her like she was truly his family.