Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 616

Capítulo 616: A Conversation Across Time and Space

Aaron finally understood. “So Matt must’ve thought Curtis had discovered his secret—and ran off in a panic.”

Selina nodded firmly. “Then keep digging.”

About half an hour later, they unearthed an iron box.

Selina’s eyes lit up. She brushed the dirt away and saw a small combination lock on it.

Aaron muttered, “Want me to just pry it open?”

Breaking open a box like that would’ve been easy enough—the lock was more symbolic than secure.

But Selina shook her head, then calmly entered a set of numbers. With a crisp click, the lock popped open.

Aaron stared, wide-eyed. “Wait—what was the code? How did you even know it?”

The box had just been dug up—how could she possibly know the combination?

Selina replied evenly, “It’s the date my mother got pregnant with me.”

Inside lay a single envelope, neatly sealed and marked: For Selina.

It was unmistakably a letter from Curtis—written to the daughter he’d never lived to meet.

Curtis knew that Matt would not let the Hill Family go, and after the Brooks Family ceased to exist, Victoria would be in trouble. At the critical moment, before dying, Curtis chose to take a gamble – leaving the letter to his unborn child.

If that child ever grew up and uncovered the truth, finding this very box, then his purpose would finally be fulfilled. But the odds of that happening were nearly impossible.

That Selina now held the letter was both a miracle—and destiny.

Aaron leaned closer. “So what does it say—?”

But when Selina unfolded the letter, she froze.

The page was blank.

Selina’s eyes narrowed. “It must’ve been treated with something special.”

Aaron glanced toward the darkening sky. “It’s late. Let’s head back first and figure it out later.”

Selina nodded.

Back at the villa, she sat quietly in the study, the envelope spread out before her.

Logan handed her a glass of water, his tone calm and thoughtful. “Your father must’ve used a method only you could trigger—to reveal the message.”

Selina rested her chin in her hand. “But when he wrote this, I hadn’t even been born yet…”

Her words trailed off.

It was true—Curtis had died before she was born.

But her grandparents had still been alive then. They might not have dared contact her mother, but surely they’d known the child had been born.

So maybe the letter was written by Curtis—but sealed by her grandparents, using something they knew only their granddaughter could unlock.

As scientists, they would never rely on simple chemicals—because what they could create, others could too.

So then… what would they use?

After a long silence, Selina suddenly picked up the small fruit knife beside her. She drew it lightly across her fingertip.

Logan’s gaze flickered, his brow tightening slightly.

Selina pressed her bleeding finger to the letter.

At once, faint words began to bloom across the page—rising like ink in water, as though the paper itself were waking up.

Her heart pounded. She pressed her finger again, letting a few more drops of blood sink into the fibers.

More words appeared, line after line.

And the longer she read, the darker her expression became.

Logan, watching quietly beside her, saw both her trembling hand—and the chilling message now written in blood upon the page.

[Selina,

I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, but I believe my daughter must have inherited Victoria’s brilliance.

If you’re reading this letter, then you already know the sins of Matt and Hannah. You’ve learned that the Brooks family did not die by accident.

Perhaps you also know that I foresaw my own death and could do nothing to stop it. You want revenge for me and for Victoria—but, Selina, vengeance is not the point.

What I’m about to tell you could change the entire balance of City N—and even alter the fate of nations.]

Selina’s heart sank as she continued reading.

[The Brooks family has been devoted to scientific research for generations. Over fifty years ago, we took on a classified government project—one that produced a drug capable of altering human cognition.

Your grandfather believed the drug was too dangerous, too unethical, and ordered it destroyed. But somehow, news of its existence leaked abroad.

As you may have already guessed, Hannah was never truly the adopted daughter of the Hill family. Her twisted envy and constant schemes for attention—all of that was real, but only a mask to hide her true identity.

Hannah was an embedded spy, planted in the Hill family by Country Y.]

Selina closed her eyes slowly.

By this point, she understood nearly everything.

A drug that could rewrite a person’s perception of reality—such a thing was too dangerous.

If such a drug could make a father hate his own son, turning blood against blood—as it did with the Hill patriarch—then what would happen if it were used on scientists, soldiers, or patriots? The consequences were unimaginable.

No wonder the elder Mr. Brooks ordered it destroyed. Yet somehow, a few samples survived—and that’s when everything began to unravel: the spies, Hannah, the betrayals, and the deaths.

But there was one thing Selina couldn’t shake—if the elder Brooks had ordered everything burned, how did any of it survive?

The answer struck her: there had been a traitor within the Brooks family itself.

Unable to find the mole, the family chose self-destruction—erased from the world to take their secret with them.

Her father’s letter went on to say that Hannah’s backers had given him one week to hand over the research data and the formula. Curtis refused, knowing that meant his death.

The elder Brooks planned to use his own death to take down the traitor and destroy the last remnants of the drug forever.

So when Curtis “died in an accident,” the Brooks family was systematically wiped out.

The formula was lost, and no one else alive could reproduce it. Country Y panicked—but it was too late. Everyone capable of creating that drug was gone.

Inside the same iron box were also the documents and proof Curtis had gathered. Selina closed her eyes for a long moment.

Logan didn’t disturb her. After a while, she finally spoke, her voice steady. “Contact my uncle. I’m going to the police.”

When everyone read the letter and saw the evidence, silence fell over the room.

Selina thought deeply. Her father had written that Hannah’s jealousy and cruelty were a façade for her true identity—but Selina suspected there was more to it. Maybe Hannah’s hatred of her mother came from something darker—because she couldn’t have Curtis.

And if that was true…

…

One month later.

The scandal surrounding the Hill family seemed to fade. Hannah had returned to her ordinary life, finally breathing again.

All the old evidence was destroyed. The Brooks family was gone. There was no proof left that could ever implicate her.

Hill family couldn’t touch her now—angry, yes, but powerless.

She was safe.

Aaron had lingered near her art studio several times, his helpless glare only making Hannah’s satisfaction grow. She became certain that Selina and the Hill family hadn’t found a thing.

Her confidence returned; she resumed mingling with the city’s wealthy women, smiling as if nothing had ever happened.

Until, one day—

The Hill family went public with a shocking revelation:

Selina Reid was Curtis Brooks’s daughter.

Curtis hadn’t died childless.

He had a wife—Victoria—and together they had a daughter named Selina.

The entire country buzzed with the news. Every newspaper, every headline paired Curtis’s name with Victoria’s.

The scientist and his lost family reunited through truth.

Hannah’s hands began to tremble.

Her face twisted in disbelief—then rage.