The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 335

After ending the call, Yulen fired off a text to Tallulah, checking in on her and the baby.

Usually, Tallulah replied instantly or called him right back. This time, there was silence.

Frowning, Yulen opened her social media feed. Her latest story showed her at an airport terminal.

Was she going on a trip with friends? Why hadn't she mentioned it?

*

At the airport arrivals gate, Tallulah stood with her prominent baby bump.

Quentin Vance walked through the sliding doors, dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and grey slacks. He was classically handsome, projecting an aura of refined intelligence.

Truth be told, Quentin had the looks and the family background to match anyone. Back in college, girls used to beg Tallulah to pass him love letters.

They had grown up together, and Quentin had always treated her like a princess.

She had considered dating him—after all, he was the best catch in her immediate circle.

Then she met Yulen.

Yulen was wealthier, striking, and possessed that dangerous, bad-boy magnetism that made her weak in the knees.

She wanted him so badly she hadn't even cared about being the other woman.

She had practically weaponized her pregnancy to secure her spot by his side.

When Quentin found out she was deeply in love with Yulen, he had begged her to walk away.

But Tallulah refused every time.

During their last argument, Quentin had sent her an ultimatum from the airport: "Tallulah, if you don't come to me right now, I'm leaving Riverton, and we're done forever."

She had been torn, hating the idea of losing a man who adored her. But she couldn't have her cake and eat it too. If she wanted to be Mrs. Locke, she had to let Quentin go.

Despite his anger, Quentin’s heart ached for her. "Do you want me to beat the hell out of him for you?"

Tallulah’s eyes welled with perfectly timed tears. "No, you can't. He's the father of my baby. And, if you hit him, he might push me away forever."

Quentin sighed in defeat. "God, what do you want me to do?"

Slipping her arm through his, Tallulah gave him the same sweet, wheedling look she used when they were kids. "You'll help me, right? You'll do whatever I ask?"

The moment he saw her, Quentin completely forgot about the girlfriend he had left behind overseas. He nodded. "Yeah. Of course. Even if you made the terrible choice of not picking me, I still care about you."

Tallulah beamed. "I knew you were the best, Quentin."

*

Yulen picked Greta up outside the school gates.

Suddenly, a man on a delivery e-bike came barreling toward them. Shielding Greta, Yulen took the hit, the metal handle slicing a deep gash into his forearm.