Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 409: Forgotten

His hand rested gently on Grandma Perry’s, and he promised word by word, "I’ll protect what belongs to her. Whether it’s Pear Blossom Estate or anything else, neither Alia nor Owen will get a single piece of it."

Grandma Perry wanted the sa. "But it’ll be hard on you."

"Hard?" Logan gave a short, cold laugh. "No. The ones who’ll suffer... are the Perry Family."

"Logan..." Tears welled in Grandma Perry’s eyes. Suddenly, she asked sothing that seed out of nowhere. "You’re really Anna’s son, aren’t you?"

Over the years, she had secretly run countless paternity tests—God knows what tricks Alia used—but every one of them said Logan and Anna weren’t related.

Still, deep down, she just knew. Logan was Anna’s child.

That’s why the Reid and Perry families were both so desperate to take him down.

A wave of sorrow crashed over her. She had failed to protect her daughter—and now, she couldn’t even protect her daughter’s child. Worse, she couldn’t even prove Logan’s identity.

She had to stand by and watch Logan stay tied to Alia... forever labeled a "bastard."

Grandma Perry buried her face in her hands, heartbroken.

"Grandma," Logan said softly, lowering his gaze. "I’m not sure."

He didn’t lie. Even if he believed her instinct was probably right, unless he was 100% certain, he couldn’t make that promise. But there was one thing he was sure of...

"I have nothing to do with Alia." Blood or not, he had no ties to her. Alia was the person his grandmother hated most—and that made her his enemy too.

After dinner, Logan left. Once he was gone, the butler leaned in and said quietly, "Logan is even sharper than Miss Anna ever was. You don’t have to worry. He’s probably had a plan in place for a long ti. If the Perry Family wants to outplay him, they’ll be the ones paying the price."

Of course Grandma Perry knew that.

But it didn’t stop her heart from aching.

No matter how strong Logan looked, he was still a child in her eyes—still soone who needed protecting. Strength cos at a cost. Outsiders only saw how sharp and ruthless he was... but no one saw how much it took for him to beco that way.

If he succeeded, people would only talk about how cunning and calculated he was—how cold-blooded.

But only one person, one elder—Grandma Perry—would care whether he was tired, worn down, or hurting.

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Two Days Later – Sapphire Valley Villa

Alia had already sent invitations to all the major families. Everyone now knew that the Perry and Reid families were planning a grand banquet for Owen—where they would officially announce his identity and future as heir to the Perry Family.

Everyone also knew that Anna’s inheritance was still in Logan’s hands. Once those invites were out, the gossip exploded.

Would Mr. Reid really hand everything over willingly?

Would he even attend the banquet?

Was this the beginning of an all-out war between the Perry Family and Mr. Reid?

When Selina received the invitation, she glanced at the date.

March 28th.

Anna’s death anniversary.

Not a day off. Not even a day before or after.

Exactly on her death day.

Ethan was furious. "They’re doing this on purpose! Your mom’s out of her mind! Anna’s dead and she still throws a damn party on her morial day!"

Was Owen really Anna’s son? Of course not.

Alia had spoiled Owen for twenty years. No one ever questioned that fact—everyone knew it.

Giving Owen the status of "rightful heir" was just the Perry Family’s way of handing over the family fortune under a clean na.

Ethan, Alice, and others all agreed: They drove Anna to her death, and now they wouldn’t even let her rest in peace.

But Selina... wasn’t so sure.

"I think it might just be a coincidence."

Alice furrowed her brow.

"A coincidence? Even if it started as one, the mont they found out and still went through with it—that’s just being cruel."

But to her surprise, Selina shook her head and said softly, "Alia’s not stupid. If she really wants Owen to inherit everything that belonged to Anna, she wouldn’t hand people that kind of ammunition."

"If she openly tears up Anna’s will on her death anniversary, how do you think people will see it?"

Alice fell silent.

How would people see it? Anna was the real daughter. Alia was the fake. Anna was the first wife. Alia, the mistress.

They stood on opposite sides from the beginning.

Now Anna was dead. Alia was alive.

If Alia went so far as to rip up Anna’s will on her morial day, everyone would see it for what it was—a fake daughter, a real mistress, flaunting her power over the dead.

If Alia had half a brain, she would never choose that day.

And yet she had. And no one in the Perry Family objected. That could only an one thing...

"It ans," Selina said clearly, "that the entire Perry Family forgot Anna’s death day."

Silence fell over the room.

Because the truth was simple—and gutting.

No one in the Perry Family rembered the day Anna died. That’s why, purely by accident, they scheduled the banquet exactly on that day.

To them, her death was just another minor event. A page turned. Done and forgotten.

No one rembered that it was Alia who stole everything from Anna. No one rembered Alia drove her to her death.

The killer was still called "Mrs. Perry." Still "Mrs. Reid."

They treated Anna’s death like a footnote in the family story. Sothing to skim past and never speak of again.

Her so-called father, her "brother," her "uncle"—none of them had ever once visited her grave.

And now, after all these years, they didn’t even rember what day she died.

Logan’s gaze darkened.

—Yes. Mrs. Reid had been right. Alia didn’t pick that day to gloat.

She simply forgot.

Once, the Perry Family forgot this daughter had died. But this year, on March 28th, Logan would make sure they rembered.

He’d make them all kneel—and beg Anna for forgiveness.

"Ma’am, your custom outfits have arrived," Jack said, knocking on the door and breaking the silence.

"They’re here?" Selina’s eyes lit up. "Have them bring them in."

Soon, a team rolled in racks of garnts—two finely made black outfits.

But no matter how well-tailored or expensive the material... it was obvious these were mourning clothes.

To be fair, they were beautifully designed.

The n’s was a sleek black suit; the won’s, a long ankle-length black dress. Both ca with white floral accents.

Elegant. Respectful. And unmistakably funereal.

One look, and no one would think they were dressed for a banquet.

They were dressed to honor the dead.

Selina nodded, satisfied.

"We’ll wear these to the party. Perfect. I think it’ll give Mrs. Alia a shock she’ll never forget."

Alice: "..."

More like a shock straight into the afterlife.

"Oh—and Jack, Jaxon, I had two sets made for you as well," Selina added casually.

She hadn’t forgotten Logan’s assistants.

"Try them on when you can. And send the last one over to Grandma Perry."

No loose ends. Not this ti.

—Grandma Perry rembered Anna’s death.

So did Logan. So did Selina.

And that’s exactly what would be on display.

Alia and her so-called "biological son" Owen? They forgot.

What kind of family forgets the death of their own?

For the first ti, Logan was genuinely looking forward to the banquet in three days.