Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 16: A Diamond Cage

Once again, Delphinia was alone in the room. The silence settled in, heavy as she lay back on the huge bed. She sank into the plush mattress, feeling like it was swallowing her whole. Stretching her arms above her head, she let out a frustrated sigh that echoed faintly in the spacious room.

Her eyes wandered up to the high ceiling, the detailed molding way grander than anything she was used to. How had it come to this? How could she get trapped in this situation so fast? She hadn’t even had time to properly celebrate her divorce, to revel in her freedom, before she was chained again. The ink on her divorce papers hadn’t even dried, and here she was—married. Again. The absurdity of it all made her want to laugh and cry at the same time.

She muttered to herself, "Fifty million dollars... Fifty million dollars..." Her voice was a mixture of desperation and disbelief. It felt like a mantra, as if repeating it enough times would summon the money out of thin air. She let out a groan and stuffed her face into the pillow, muffling a scream. The sound vibrated through the bedding, but it wasn’t enough to release the frustration bubbling inside her.

Lifting her head, she flopped onto her back, her eyes locking onto the elegant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It sparkled like diamonds in the faint light. Of course, she thought bitterly. Everything here was top-notch, probably worth more than her entire existence.

Her hand absently roamed over the smooth bed sheets. The fabric was impossibly soft, cool to the touch, and undoubtedly expensive. She had never slept on anything this luxurious—not in her father’s house, where she’d been an inconvenient presence, nor in her ex-husband’s sterile mansion. Even the boarding school she was sent to had offered beds with stiff sheets and thin blankets.

Delphinia turned her head to the side, her gaze wandering around the room. Her eyes landed on a painting hanging on the wall, a serene landscape that looked like it belonged in a museum. She frowned, wondering how much it was worth. Probably more than the entirety of her wardrobe combined.

Earlier, she borrowed Sienna’s phone to search for the price of the diamond ring Evander had slipped on her finger because she couldn’t find her own.

Fifty-three million dollars.

The number made her feel sick to her stomach. And the man actually had the nerve to tell her she should be grateful for the "discount."

"What the hell..." she muttered, covering her face with her hands. The reality of her situation hit her again. She wanted to cry but felt too drained even for that.

"This is what I get for drinking too much," she mumbled into the silence. "Never again. Never." She said it with confident, a vow she intended to keep. Drinking had landed her in trouble before, but this? This was on a whole other level.

Her fingers clenched into the sheets as her thoughts spiraled. She couldn’t even afford the black dress she’d worn to the club—it was borrowed from Valerie. And now the dress was being cleaned by the maids. Gosh, the maids. The reality of living in this house, surrounded by staff who undoubtedly saw her as an outsider, made her cringe.

"Valerie!" she suddenly exclaimed, sitting upright. How had she not thought of her earlier? If she was going to live here—if that was her only choice—she needed her things. Her luggage was still at Valerie’s apartment, sitting unpacked near the bedroom door. She hadn’t even had a chance to settle into her newfound freedom before it was snatched away.

Swinging her legs off the bed, she stood up and began pacing. She needed to figure out how to get to Valerie’s place. But how? She didn’t have any money on her—not a single cent. Taking a taxi or even a bus was out of the question. The thought of borrowing money from the maids crossed her mind, but the sheer embarrassment of it made her groan aloud. Then again, she’d already endured so much embarrassment in the past few days. What was a little more?

With a frustrated sigh, she exited the room, her footsteps echoing faintly on the polished floors. She wandered through the massive house, her eyes catching bits of luxury with every step. The grand staircase, the shiny mirrors, the marble floors—everything screamed wealth.

She eventually found Sienna, who was apparently the head maid, standing in the living room. Sienna was observing the other maids as they cleaned, looking polished and in control. Delphinia hesitated for a moment before stepping closer.

"Um, Sienna?" she called softly.

Sienna turned to her, her expression calm but curious. "Yes, Mrs. Walton?"

Delphinia winced at the title but kept going. "Can I talk to you for a moment? In private?"

Sienna nodded and gestured for Delphinia to follow her. They moved to a quieter corner, away from the other staff.

"What is it, Mrs. Walton?" Sienna asked politely but with a hint of concern.

Delphinia shifted uncomfortably, nervously twisting her hands. "I... I need your help. I need to borrow some money. Just enough to take a bus or a taxi. I need to go somewhere."

Sienna blinked in surprise, then quickly composed herself. "Mrs. Walton," she said carefully, "if you need to go somewhere, you can ask for the driver to take you. There’s no need for a bus or a taxi."

Delphinia stared at her, the words sinking in slowly. "I can ask the driver?"

Sienna smiled faintly and nodded. "Of course. You are a Walton now."

The realization hit Delphinia like a ton of bricks. She didn’t need to scrape together bus fare or endure the humiliation of borrowing money. She was married to one of the wealthiest men in the world.

For a moment, she stood there, her mouth slightly open as she processed Sienna’s words. Then, as if a light bulb had gone off in her head, her eyes sparkled with newfound understanding.

"You’re right," she murmured, almost to herself. "I’m a Walton now."