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Married Twice, Loved Once Unnecessary Questions
Evening at Cross Mansion was supposed to be quiet.Supposed to be.Damian lay on his bed, one arm over his eyes, the other holding his phone he hadn’t looked at in ten minutes. His body felt heavy. His mind felt worse.Peace. Finally.The door knocked.Once.Twice.Damian groaned. “I’m not dead.”The door opened anyway.Aria stepped in, handbag still on her shoulder, heels kicked off in her hand like weapons.“Good evening,” she said brightly. “How are you feeling?”He didn’t move. “Still alive. Unfortunately.”She walked further in. “On a scale of one to ten?”He peeked at her. “What scale?”“Pain.”“Emotional or physical?”She blinked. “Both.”“Then twelve,” he said flatly.She nodded seriously. “Okay. That’s progress.”He removed his arm from his face. “How is twelve progress?”“Yesterday you were at ‘don’t talk to me,’” she said. “Today you’re answering.”“I am regretting it.”She smiled and dropped into the chair beside his bed. “Did you eat?”“Yes.”“What did you eat?”“Food.”“
Married Twice, Loved Once Chapter 107: The Weight Of Mercy
Two days later, the gates of Cross Mansion opened wide.The car rolled in slowly.Staff lined up instinctively, some clapping softly, others bowing their heads in relief.“Welcome home, sir,” voices echoed.Damian stepped out, thinner, paler but standing. Max stayed close, one hand hovering like Damian might vanish if left alone.“Easy,” Max murmured. “One step at a time.”Damian nodded and managed a weak smile.Inside, Grandma Eleanor was already issuing orders.“Something light,” she told the chef. “Soup. Nothing oily. And tea, not coffee.”“Yes, ma’am.”She turned to Damian. “Dear, go freshen up and come downstairs. No excuses.”“Yes, Grandma,” he replied quietly.Upstairs, Max helped him sit on the bed.“You scared us,” Max said, softer now. “Don’t ever do that again.”Damian gave a faint chuckle. “I didn’t plan it.”After a quick shower and change, they went downstairs.The dining table was set modestly. Soup, steamed vegetables, grilled fish.Max inhaled deeply. “Something smell
Married Twice, Loved Once Stepping into his world
The hospital room was calm, almost too calm.Aria stepped in first. “Hi, Grandma,” she said softly.Eleanor looked up and smiled. “Aria, my dear.” She opened her arms and hugged her briefly.“Good day, Mrs. Cross,” Mr. Carter said respectfully as he followed his wife inside.“You’re welcome,” Eleanor replied, gesturing for them to sit.They all took their seats. Damian lay asleep on the bed, his face pale, machines humming steadily beside him.Aria glanced at him, then looked away.“Aria told us what happened,” Mrs. Carter said quietly. “We were very shocked. We just wanted to know… is he getting better?”“Yes,” Eleanor answered. “There has been improvement. His blood pressure is stabilizing. The doctors say the worst has passed.”“That’s good to hear,” Mr. Carter said, nodding. “No matter what happened, no one deserves such a shock.”Eleanor sighed. “Shock is one thing. Betrayal is another.”Mrs. Carter leaned forward. “That Selene girl… or whatever her real name is. It’s unbelievabl
Married Twice, Loved Once Perfect woman
Lucas leaned back in his chair, relaxed, like the world hadn’t just cracked open.“So he’s been in the hospital since yesterday?” he asked.“Yes,” Aria replied, lifting her glass. “High blood pressure. Collapse. The whole drama.”Lucas whistled softly. “Damn. Didn’t think it would hit him that hard.”“It did,” Aria said flatly. “He’s broken.”Lucas’s lips curved. “Then this whole mess is a blessing in disguise.”Aria frowned. “How exactly is that a blessing?”.“Come on, Aria. Use your head,” Lucas said. “A man in love is dangerous. A man in heartbreak is careless.”She didn’t answer..“Damian Cross right now?” Lucas continued. “He’s not thinking about board meetings, documents, security protocols. He’s thinking about betrayal, humiliation, and how close he came to ruining his life.”“So?” Aria pressed.“So his company is the last thing on his mind,” Lucas said. “Which makes this the perfect window.”Aria set her glass down. “You’re saying we move now.”“I’m saying we’d be stupid not t
Married Twice, Loved Once Your Choice
The hospital room was quiet in the way only hospitals could be—too clean, too still, like the air itself was holding its breath.Damian lay on the bed, monitors softly beeping beside him. His face was pale, lips dry, chest rising and falling unevenly. The white suit he had was gone, replaced with a thin hospital gown that made him look… smaller. Human.Aria sat in the chair beside the bed, arms folded tightly across her chest.She had told herself she was only here because of Grandma Eleanor.That was the story she repeated in her head.I’m here for Grandma. I’m here out of responsibility. I’m here because it’s the right thing to do.Not because she cared.Not because her chest tightened every time his breathing changed.Not because she hadn’t left the room once since he was admitted.A nurse stepped in quietly, checking the IV line.“His pressure is still high,” she said softly, glancing at the monitor. “But it’s coming down.”Aria nodded. “Thank you.”The nurse hesitated, then smile
Married Twice, Loved Once The Shattered Groom
The next morning came without mercy.Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the Cross mansion, soft and golden, completely at odds with the heaviness inside.Aria stood outside Damian’s bedroom door, her hand raised.She knocked.Once. Twice.No answer.“Damian?” she called gently.Silence.Her brows knit together. She pulled out her phone and dialed him.It rang. And rang. Then went dead.Her chest tightened.“Damian,” she said louder now, pressing her ear closer to the door. “Can you hear me?”Nothing.From the hallway, Grandma Eleanor’s voice drifted up. “Tell him to come downstairs. We need to talk.”Aria swallowed.“Grandma says you should come down,” she tried again, firmer this time. “Please.”Still no response.Just as she reached for the handle, the lock clicked.The door opened slowly.And Aria froze.Damian stood there—barely.His white wedding suit was wrinkled, stained at the cuffs, like he’d slept in it. His shirt was undone at the collar, his hair unkempt, eyes s
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