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36: Garden Conversation
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My Mysterious Husband 37: A quiet betrayal
Lucien took a step forward, positioning himself protectively in front of Aria. His gaze was locked on Sophie, sharp and unyielding.“Are you planning to hurt my wife again?” he asked, his voice low but firm, filled with an anger he rarely let show. There was no hesitation in his tone—only raw, protective intensity. His words landed like a thunderclap in the middle of the garden.Alicia gasped, the blood draining from her face. She turned toward her son, stunned. “Lucien… what are you saying?”Luke stood frozen for a moment before his expression darkened. “Hurt Aria?” he repeated under his breath, eyes shifting toward Sophie.Sophie flinched slightly under their stares but quickly composed herself. Her lips parted, trembling, as she took a step forward, lifting her hands as if to defend herself from invisible blows.“No… I would never,” she whispered, shaking her head rapidly. “I didn’t hurt Lucien—how could you even think that? I love him. I’ve always loved him,” she said, her eyes lo
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The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the sitting room, casting golden patterns on the polished floor. Aria sat curled up on the wide velvet couch, a book resting on her belly more than in her hands. Lucien entered with two mugs, one filled with tea, the other with rich dark coffee, the scent mingling with the soft citrus of the garden breeze.“You didn’t sleep much last night,” he said gently, offering her the tea.Aria took it with a grateful smile. “She’s kicking again. Especially when I try to rest. I think she already has your energy.”Lucien sat beside her, placing a hand over hers, then on her stomach. The baby stirred again, and a soft awe lit up his expression.“We’re going to be okay,” he said, almost to himself. “She’s gone. We’re safe.”Just then, Alicia entered the room, holding an envelope in her hand. Her face was pale, jaw set tight.“Aria, Lucien... this came in the estate’s private mail this morning. There’s no return address.”Lucien stood immediately
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The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the voice of the news anchor echoing from the television. Alicia’s eyes were fixed on the screen, unblinking, as the scandal unfolded—her family’s name dragged through the mud in front of the entire city. Her breathing grew shallow, panic gripping her chest."What... what is this?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. But within moments, fear twisted into rage. Her hands curled into trembling fists as the heat surged through her body. With a sudden, almost violent motion, she snatched the remote and turned off the TV, plunging the room into a heavy silence.Luke had been watching her carefully, and now the storm inside him could no longer be contained. His expression hardened. “No one does this to us,” he growled. “No one tears down our family and walks away untouched.” His fingers moved quickly across his phone screen as he dialed his private investigator, the familiar click of the call sending a jolt of adrenaline through him.
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The Vale family was preparing to file a libel lawsuit against Sophie, gathering evidence from their private investigator as the controversy continued to dominate headlines.When Lucia Barbers heard the news of what Sophie had done to the Vales, she rushed to their villa, knowing the matter wouldn’t be taken lightly."May I speak with Mr. and Mrs. Vale?" Lucia asked the gate guard, who stood tall and motionless at his post."Your name? And what’s your business with them?" His deep voice carried an edge of authority that made her hesitate for a moment."Please... tell them I’m Lucia Barbers. I need to speak with them—it's urgent," she said, her voice trembling slightly. She was desperate to protect her daughter before things spiraled any further out of control.The guard relayed the message through his walkie-talkie. After a brief wait, he opened the gate and escorted her toward the garden.Lucia found Alicia seated peacefully, watering a row of vibrant, well-tended plants. The garden w
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Three months had passed since Sophie left the country, and with her departure, the heavy weight that had once clung to Aria’s daily life began to lift. The chaos that Sophie had stirred between them had finally quieted, and in that newfound stillness, Aria discovered something close to peace. Her life no longer felt like it was unraveling. Instead, it was slowly being stitched back together, one soft moment at a time.Her belly had begun to round gently, the first visible sign of the child growing inside her. It brought her joy—but also a new kind of vulnerability. Determined to stay healthy for the sake of their baby, she remained committed to daily walks and light runs, guided and supported by Lucien, who had become not just her husband, but her anchor.That morning, they jogged side by side down a shaded path in the park, the soft crunch of gravel underfoot blending with the sound of birdsong. Aria’s pace slowed, her breath catching as she clutched her side briefly.Lucien glanced
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My Mysterious Husband 66: Coffee, please and silence
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My Mysterious Husband 65: One Moment at a time
Aria stood at the doorway of their bedroom, her gaze falling on the familiar bed. It looked the same as it had before everything had changed, but somehow, it felt different. The scent of fresh linen lingered in the air, comforting yet distant, as if it had been waiting for them to return, untouched by the months of silence. She ran her fingers along the soft fabric of the duvet, feeling the weight of the memories it carried. She could tell that no one had slept there in her absence—at least, not in the way they had once shared it.Her heart squeezed in her chest, a pang of longing and loss she hadn’t expected. The bed still held echoes of them—of late-night talks, of laughter, of quiet moments, now tainted by the tragedy they’d both endured.She didn’t realize she had been standing there, lost in thought, until she heard the rustling of clothes behind her. When she turned, Lucien was already pulling off his shirt. His movements were slow and deliberate, but it wasn’t just the action t
My Mysterious Husband 64: The start of pretending
The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden light over the hospital driveway. Aria stood just outside the entrance, arms folded, her face unreadable. Beside her, her mother held a small overnight bag and wore the satisfied smile of someone who had successfully hijacked a plan.A sleek black SUV pulled up to the curb. Lucien stepped out from the driver’s seat, his white shirt rolled at the sleeves, looking slightly flustered—but determined.“Ladies,” he said, opening the passenger door for Aria’s mother with a polite nod. “Welcome to your temporary royal suite.”Aria rolled her eyes. “You rehearsed that?”“Twice,” Lucien replied with a slight grin, then opened the back door for Aria. “Your chariot awaits, Doctor.”She didn’t respond, just slid into the seat silently. Lucien circled back and climbed behind the wheel.As the car moved through the quiet evening traffic, a soft, savory scent began to drift from the back of the vehicle—subtle but unmistakable.Aria’s mother sniffed the air
My Mysterious Husband 63: Mother's visit
"You what??" Aria asked, her voice sharp with disbelief as her hand instinctively tightened around Lucien’s. Her eyes were wide, searching her mother’s face for any sign that she’d misunderstood.Her mother, unfazed, smiled casually and repeated, “I said, I want to stay at your house for one week.”The room fell into an awkward silence.Lucien blinked in surprise, then a slow grin spread across his face. He glanced at Aria, clearly amused, while Aria stood frozen, her mouth slightly agape. She wasn’t sure if she should laugh, panic, or start protesting immediately.On the other side of the room, Dr. Harold—Aria’s long-time colleague and friend—choked on his drink. He turned away quickly, but the shaking of his shoulders gave him away.“What’s so funny, Dr. Harold?” Aria’s mother asked, raising a brow. Her tone was calm, but the edge in it warned that she wasn’t entirely amused.Harold cleared his throat and tried to compose himself, but the smirk refused to leave his face. “Oh, nothin
My Mysterious Husband 62: Harold's Idea
Aria finally drew a deep, steady breath as the investigation about Sophie came to a close. The weight she’d been carrying all day started to lift, if only slightly. Harold quietly offered her a glass of water.“Here,” he said softly. “Drink this.”“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice faint. She took the glass with trembling hands and drank it all in one go, as if trying to wash away the panic still clinging to her.Harold studied her closely. “How are you feeling now?” he asked gently, concern etched on his face. He had seen her shaking—seen the fear she tried so hard to hide.She gave a weak shrug. “I’m fine,” she said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Her voice was thin, brittle, barely holding together.Suddenly, Lucien rushed in and wrapped his arms around her. “I heard what happened,” he said, breathless, his chest rising and falling. “I was so scared for you. Are you hurt?”Aria stiffened. She pulled away from him with a sharp breath. “Don’t do that, Lucien,” she said
My Mysterious Husband 61: Threatened Gift
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My Mysterious Husband 60: A Newcomer Doctor
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My Mysterious Husband 59: A stranger
Lucien hadn’t seen her yet—not at first. He stood near a coffee stall, hands in his coat pockets, looking lost in thought. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he hadn’t slept either. When his eyes finally found hers, his posture shifted. Still. Cautious.“Aria…” he said softly, barely above the hum of the street.She didn’t respond. Her breath came in shallow pulls, her arms tense at her sides. Part of her wanted to turn and run, to keep jogging until she couldn’t feel anything anymore. But her feet stayed rooted to the ground.He took a tentative step toward her.“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, voice uncertain—careful, as if she might shatter at any moment.Her jaw tightened. “Neither did I.”There was a pause. The air between them felt heavy with everything unspoken.“I’ve been trying to reach you,” he said. “The food, the flowers—I didn’t know what else to do.”“You think gifts can fix this?” she asked, her voice quiet but laced with pain. “You think any of that can un
