Husband from the sky

To them,She was still the unwanted one, and Ruby never bothered correcting them. Let them underestimate her, let them sneer.

Because the day they learned she was Doctor N, they'd latch on to her again and use her all over.

Ruby vowed that she would never let that happen. There was no way in hell she would sabotage the life she'd built with her own hands.

When Ruby finally went upstairs, she saw Isabel lounging on the sofa like a queen in a lavish gown, sifting through her jewelry.

In contrast, Ruby was dressed simply in her old jeans and a hoodie. But even then, her beauty was unrivaled.

Isabel's eyes narrowed, but she forced out a smile. Ruby, what are you doing here?

She got married today. Sheila jumped in before Ruby could even open her mouth.

Isabel looked surprised. So fast. Who's the guy? Is he better than Carter?

Sheila scoffed. As if you couldn't find anyone in New York with a better family name than Carter. Honestly, Izzie.

How could someone like Ruby find a decent guy? He's probably some broke nobody. If he was someone of Carter's stature, don't you think she would have brought him home?

A hint of jealousy colored Isabel's tone as she snorted.

I don't know about that. Ruby is beautiful. That's how she nearly seduced Carter before he met me.

Ruby scoffed internally. Nearly seduced. He had chased her like a lovesick baboon. She was tempted to reply, but decided it wasn't worth it.

But her mother would not shut up. What good is a pretty face? You can't put lipstick on a pig. She screeched.

With her background, the only person who'd marry her is some lowlife from God knows where. Only someone with your standing is worthy of marrying Mr. Knight.

Isabel smirked and picked out a pair of earrings. Ruby ignored them. She was used to their venom.

Her mind drifted back to the man on the marriage certificate, recalling his sharp features and that commanding aura.

There was no universe in which he looked like a broke nobody. But she couldn't be bothered to argue. She just wanted to get out of here as soon as she could.

Isabel stood up from her seat and twirled. She went to put on her high heels, but realized her dress was too tight to bend over comfortably.

She offered Ruby a small, helpless smile, as if on cue Sheila shoved Ruby forward.

You useless girl. Are you blind? Your sister needs help. Get over there and put her shoes on for her.

Ruby just stood there thinking, here we go again. She wondered if Sheila really thought she was still that naïve little girl who didn't know how to fight back.

She has hands. She can do it herself. She said coldly.

How dare you talk to your sister like that? Sheila shouted. This family raised you. The least you can do is help.

Listening to the commotion, Warren Anderson walked inside the room. What is all this shouting about? He asked, his brow furrowed.

Our special guest will be here any minute.

Isabel fell silent, playing the perfect innocent victim. Sheila, however, launched into a tirade.

It's this ungrateful brat.

She gets married today and suddenly thinks she's too good to respect her own mother.

Warren's gaze landed on Ruby, his frown deepening. Married? Why wouldn't you let the family arrange something?

Where's the certificate? Let me see it.

Caught off guard by this rare flicker of concern from her distant father, Ruby hesitated for a second before pulling the printout from her pocket.

Ignoring all the attention on Ruby, Isabel chimed in.

Who is this guest that has you so on edge?

Warren's chest puffed with pride. Owen Knight.

Ruby froze.

No, no, no. She thought. That was the mystery name on my marriage certificate.

Isabel frowned.

Who's Owen Knight? Is he a big deal or something?

Ruby listened closely. Now, she had connections across New York City, powerful ones, but even she had never heard the name Owen Knight.

That's not surprising. Warren explained. The man's a ghost. Even I've never met him. He's Carter Knight's youngest uncle.

Only twenty-eight and already the head of the Knight family.

Sheila's eyes lit up.

Then, wouldn't he be a better match for Izzie than Carter? The head of the family?

Warren snapped. What are you talking about? Mr. Knight is already married.

To me. Ruby almost screamed internally, but this wasn't the place to discuss what she had discovered.

Isabel and Sheila only knew how to exploit her, and she wouldn't give them yet another chance.

Sheila sighed, disappointed.

Who's his wife? She's even luckier than my Izzie.

Ruby's gaze shot to Warren, but he just shrugged.

I have no idea. From what I hear, they're both pretty private. He frowned, thinking aloud. I wonder why he's showing up today.

Of all days.

As New York's elite, the Knights far outranked the Andersons. Isabel's engagement to Carter was already a major social climb.

But for the head of the Knight family to attend a simple engagement party instead of saving his appearance for the actual wedding.

It didn't make sense.

Ruby's head was flooded with questions, all of them leading to one person.

Owen.

Warren turned to head downstairs. As he passed Ruby, he said casually, you haven't been home in a while.

Stay for a drink before you go.

Ruby nodded wordlessly. Her mind already made up.

She was staying.

And she was going to get answers.

Who the hell are you, Owen Knight?

And why are you my husband?