Jenna's fingers clenched the fabric of her dress, her knuckles turning white. She took a deep breath, scanning every face in the room.

"Ethan probably didn't tell you this," her voice trembled, "but I used to work as a beverage promoter at a nightclub. That kind of place... it's not respectable. If word got out, it would damage the Roscente family's reputation. For your sake, I should divorce Ethan."

Benjamin Roscente chuckled warmly. "Ethan told us everything this morning. We understand you were raising funds for your brother's surgery."

Grandma Blanche grasped her hand. "Sweetheart, there's no shame in earning an honest living. As long as your conscience is clear, who dares to judge?"

Jenna's pupils contracted slightly. She never expected the Roscentes to already know—let alone accept her so readily.

(Ethan had deliberately informed his family this morning to spare her embarrassment.)

"But I'm not worthy—" Jenna bit her lower lip.

Grandma Blanche cut her off. "You and Ethan are a match made in heaven." She winked. "We're still waiting for great-grandchildren!"

Jenna's eyes grew warm. Insisting on divorce now would only betray their sincerity.

Turning to Ethan's parents, she bowed deeply. "Thank you for accepting me. From now on, I'll honor our family alongside Ethan."

A collective sigh of relief filled the living room.

Grandma Blanche pulled her into a tight embrace. "Silly girl, Grandma will always be on your side." Suddenly, she punched Ethan's arm. "If he ever mistreats you, I'll break his legs myself!"

Jenna's eyes widened. The punch had been delivered with full force, no holds barred.

Rubbing his shoulder, Ethan approached and interlaced their fingers. "Will you stay married to me now?"

"Only if your heart remains true," Jenna whispered.

When Ethan opened his mouth to swear an oath, she pressed a finger to his lips. "No jinxes."

Turning to their expectant family, she announced, "Come to Beverly Hills for lunch today. I'll cook."