Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 216: The Return of the Unwanted

The grand entrance of The Crown hotel gleamed under the soft glow of the chandeliers, each crystal reflecting the opulence that the Robinsons had undoubtedly demanded for this occasion. The polished marble floors stretched endlessly, the air rich with the scent of fresh roses and expensive perfume. Every detail screamed wealth, as expected from a family like them.

Delphinia stepped out of the car, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. The night air was cold, but it did nothing to cool the quiet storm brewing inside her. She had never imagined stepping into a Robinson event again, much less under these circumstances.

With her hand resting lightly on Evander’s arm, she gazed at the massive hotel before her, lips pressing together. Did they still remember the woman they so easily discarded? Were they still as cruel as she recalled? A bitter smile curled at the corner of her lips. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t that helpless girl anymore.

As they entered the reception hall, a wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd. The hum of conversation dimmed, giving way to hushed whispers. Eyes—so many of them—flickered toward her and Evander, some filled with recognition, others with confusion, and a few with poorly veiled disdain.

Delphinia could already hear their thoughts. What is she doing here? How dare she show up? And with Evander Walton, no less! Her fingers instinctively curled around Evander’s arm, seeking reassurance. Without looking at her, he raised his free hand and gently ran his thumb over her knuckles—a silent reminder that she wasn’t alone.

Her heart steadied.

Right. She wasn’t alone. She had Evander now. No matter how much these people stared, whispered, or gossiped, she was no longer the abandoned woman they had once pitied and scorned.

She straightened her shoulders, lifting her chin ever so slightly. Let them talk. Let them stare. She was no longer the woman they could trample on.

They walked deeper into the hall, the grand decor shimmering under the golden lights. Then, finally, they stopped before the people she had once called family.

Gregory and Marissa Robinson stood at the center, as poised and regal as always. Gregory wore a deep navy suit, his salt-and-pepper hair perfectly combed back, his signature easygoing smile in place—except this time, it was directed at Evander.

"Mr. Walton," Gregory greeted, his voice warm, far too warm. "I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight."

Evander offered a small nod, his expression neutral. "A wedding is an important occasion, isn’t it?"

Gregory chuckled lightly, completely ignoring Delphinia. Delphinia watched, unimpressed. So typical.

That same polite, carefully measured kindness that he had never once extended to her when she was his daughter-in-law. No, for her, it had been cold indifference, a disapproving stare, and nothing more.

Her gaze flickered to Marissa, who had remained silent until now. Unlike Gregory, she was looking at Delphinia—but not just at her, no. Her sharp eyes were glued to the diamond necklace resting against Delphinia’s collarbone.

Marissa’s painted lips twitched, and Delphinia could see the emotions swirling in her gaze—hate, jealousy, disgust... admiration. Ah, Delphinia thought with a smirk. She still hasn’t changed. Still obsessed with wealth, still desperate to climb higher.

Marissa finally tore her gaze from the necklace and turned to Evander, a sickeningly sweet smile curling on her lips. "It’s an honor to have you here, Mr. Walton," she said smoothly, deliberately choosing to ignore Delphinia’s existence entirely. Then, with a slow, deliberate blink, she added, "Though I wasn’t aware you’d be bringing... a guest like her."

Delphinia nearly rolled her eyes. So predictable.

Delphinia resisted the urge to scoff. Marissa made it painfully obvious that her presence wasn’t wanted here. Not that she’d expected anything different.

The woman hadn’t even tried to be subtle about it—acting as if Delphinia were some unfortunate accident that had stumbled into the room rather than someone who had been invited. And not just by anyone.

Did Marissa know it was her new daughter-in-law who had extended the invitation?

Tch. Probably not. That would ruin the entire performance, wouldn’t it?

Delphinia kept her expression neutral, refusing to give Marissa the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, she straightened her posture, exuding the same effortless grace Elaine had always told her was her greatest weapon in rooms like these.

She let the silence stretch between them, letting Marissa’s thinly veiled insult hang in the air for a moment too long. The older woman expected her to shrink back, to feel out of place, to wither under the weight of disapproval.

Too bad.

Delphinia wasn’t here to please Marissa Robinson. And if the woman thought she could make her feel small, she was about to be sorely disappointed.

But Evander’s expression darkened instantly, his body tensing beside her. His deep voice, sharp as steel, cut through the air. "Don’t provoke me in what is supposed to be a joyous day for your family."

The pleasant smile on Marissa’s face faltered, her lips twitching. A flicker of irritation crossed her features before she quickly masked it.

Delphinia couldn’t stop the small, satisfied smile that curved her lips.

Ah, her husband.

The ever-composed, always-controlled Evander Walton—who rarely let his temper slip, who preferred peace over conflict—was openly defending her without hesitation.

Hah... lovely.

Evander then turned fully toward Delphinia. Without hesitation, he slipped an arm around her waist, drawing her close to his side, his grip firm, protective. The warmth of his touch seeped into her, grounding her.

"I won’t tolerate anyone being rude to my wife," Evander stated, his voice calm but laced with warning.

Delphinia let her lips curve into a slow, satisfied smile as she watched Marissa’s expression freeze.

Yes. Wife.

The woman who had once been discarded, the woman they had deemed unworthy, was now standing beside one of the most powerful men in the city. And judging by the way Marissa’s face stiffened, the reality of it all was sinking in fast.

The tension thickened between them, but Delphinia felt nothing but sweet satisfaction.

For the first time in a long, long while, she was not the one standing on the losing side.