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45: Regret
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My Mysterious Husband 46: A Public Declaration
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Aria finally met Cassandra in person, her steps hesitant and her emotions tangled in guilt and nervousness. She hadn't shown up to their last meeting, and the weight of that absence still clung to her. As she approached, she managed a small, uncertain smile, hoping it might soften Cassandra’s reaction.“Hi, Cassy,” she said quietly, not quite sure how to begin.Cassandra looked up, her expression shifting from surprise to delight the moment she saw Aria. Her eyes immediately fell on the gentle curve of Aria’s baby bump, and a spark of amazement lit her face.“Wow! How are you? I didn’t know you were pregnant,” she said with genuine joy. “How many months is it?”Aria lowered her gaze, shyly shaking her head. “It’s already three months,” she murmured.Cassandra chuckled warmly. “Don’t be shy, Doctor Aria. I’m not mad at you—how could I be mad at someone who’s pregnant?” Her voice was light and kind, without a trace of resentment.With a gentle smile, she motioned to the table. “Come on,
Last Updated : 2025-05-05My Mysterious Husband 48: You don't need it anymore
One sunny morning, Aria decided to spend some alone time shopping for maternity clothes. She had started to notice that most of her outfits no longer fit comfortably with her growing belly. As she browsed through the racks, she found herself drawn to soft, charming colors—light pink, baby blue, and mint green.“Hmmm... which one should I get? They’re both so cute,” she murmured, holding up two dresses and glancing back and forth between them, clearly torn.She held the dresses up against her, one at a time, turning slightly toward the mirror beside the rack. The light pink dress had delicate lace along the sleeves, while the mint green one flowed softly with a gentle, breezy charm.A small smile played on her lips. This is harder than I thought, she mused.Just then, an older woman passing by paused and smiled warmly at her. “Both are lovely, dear,” she said kindly. “But that green one brings out a calm glow in you.”Aria laughed softly. “Thank you… I think I needed that.”She looked
Last Updated : 2025-05-05My Mysterious Husband 49: From loss to Strength
A soft knock sounded at the door, but Aria didn’t move.She remained curled on her side, staring at the wall blankly, her back to the world. Her eyes were dry now—not because the pain had lessened, but because she had run out of tears.The door creaked open as footsteps followed, slowly, cautious and familiar.It was Lucien.He stood just inside the room, holding a bouquet of white lilies. He looked exhausted—disheveled from rushing, regret carved into his face. His eyes searched for hers, but she didn’t turn.“Aria,” he said gently, his voice is very low but she heard him, careful. “I came as soon as I heard.”At the sound of his voice, something sharp twisted inside her.She sat up slowly, her face pale, her eyes red and hollow. “You shouldn’t have come,” she said coldly.Lucien blinked, visibly taken aback. “I—what happened to you… I needed to be here.”“No,” she snapped, her voice rising. “You needed to tell me the truth. You needed to choose me when it mattered. But you didn’t.”
Last Updated : 2025-05-05My Mysterious Husband 50: Trying to be strong
In the weeks that followed, Aria vanished from Lucien’s world.She didn’t answer his calls. Left his messages unread. Ignored the flowers that arrived at her gate—white roses, blue orchids, handwritten notes full of regret. None of it mattered. Not anymore.She had nothing left to say to him.Her world had gone quiet, and for once, she welcomed the silence.Each morning, she woke up alone in her new apartment. Sometimes she would make tea, sometimes she wouldn’t. Some days she didn’t even change out of her robe. But she never missed her moments by the window—where the sun streamed in softly and the world moved on, unaware of what she had lost.She no longer wore maternity clothes. They sat folded in a drawer she couldn’t bring herself to open.She went for walks by herself. Slow, measured steps. No destination. Just movement. Just air.At the bookstore, she lingered over the children’s section longer than she should’ve, her fingers brushing the covers of picture books she would never
Last Updated : 2025-05-05My Mysterious Husband 51: Grief and distraction
Aria had buried herself in work, using each patient, each task, as a distraction from the grief that clung to her like a shadow. The loss of her unborn child had left a hollow ache in her chest that no amount of busyness could fill. Every passing moment risked awakening memories too painful to bear. And when they came—uninvited, sharp, and cruel—they shattered her all over again.A knock at the door stirred her from her silent struggle. She blinked away the fog in her eyes as Harold leaned into view, a gentle, concerned expression on his face."Hey," he said softly. "How are you, Dr. Aria? I think you missed all the fun outside—cake in the lounge, some awful music playing." He offered a small smile, trying to lighten the mood.Aria forced a polite smile in return, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "I’ll excuse myself, Dr. Harold," she said, her voice quieter than usual, as if she were afraid it might crack.Harold stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with care. "You don’t ha
Last Updated : 2025-05-05My Mysterious Husband 52: Couldn't bear to see you
The rain poured relentlessly from the darkened sky, soaking everything in its path, as if mourning alongside her. Aria clutched her unconscious husband, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, dragging his limp body through the hospital doors. Each step felt heavier than the last, the cold seeping into her bones, her heart pounding louder than the storm outside.Inside, the hospital staff rushed toward them, their faces blurring through the haze of her grief. With their help, she guided him into her office—her space—and they gently laid him on the bed. The door closed behind them, and for a fleeting moment, silence fell like a fragile truce.“I thought your heart had turned to stone,” Harold said softly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, though he tried to hide it.She didn’t return the smile. Her eyes were sharp, haunted. “We’re doctors. We save lives. That’s all.”“Alright, then,” he murmured, the warmth in his voice cooling. “I won’t ask again.” He turned and left, the door c
Last Updated : 2025-05-06My Mysterious Husband 53: No apologies can mend
Aria lingered just outside the door, her back pressed against the chilly wall, arms wrapped tightly around her body like she was holding herself together. She hadn’t intended to listen in—but the moment Harold began speaking, her feet refused to move.Every word landed like a pinprick, sharp and impossible to ignore.“She still cares, you know. That’s what’s tearing her apart.”She bit down on her lip, trying to choke back the sob rising in her chest.“She doesn’t know whether to help you heal… or wish you’d never made it to this bed at all.”Silent tears traced down her face. Harold had given voice to the very thoughts she hadn’t dared confront—not even alone in the dark.It wasn’t just anger she felt. It was devastation. A collision of love and resentment, of remembering the man she once adored and facing the man who'd abandoned her when she needed him most. She loathed him for surviving—and hated herself even more for still caring that he had.The soft shuffle of Harold’s steps dre
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My Mysterious Husband 67: Fashion Reunion
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My Mysterious Husband 66: Coffee, please and silence
Lucien stood in the doorway of their dimly lit bedroom, his brow furrowed as he watched Aria kneel on the hardwood floor, carefully spreading a blanket out over the rug.“What are you doing?” he asked gently, his voice soft and laced with confusion.Aria didn’t look up. Her hands moved methodically as she fluffed a pillow and placed it at the head of the makeshift bedding. “I’m making my bed,” she replied flatly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.Lucien stepped further into the room, his gaze heavy with concern. He walked over and knelt beside her, reaching for the blanket. “Aria,” he said, his hand brushing against hers as he pulled the fabric gently from her grasp. “Do you really hate me that much?”Her eyes finally met his, and for a moment, something flickered between them—anger, yes, but layered with exhaustion, grief, and the tiniest spark of something softer.“Yes,” she said too quickly, the word slipping from her lips before she had time to measure it.Luc
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
Aria had been throwing away the letters for weeks, refusing to read a single word. She didn’t need to—she already knew they were from Lucien. The handwriting, the tone, the way each envelope felt like a whisper from the past—it was unmistakable. She wanted no part of it.That morning, as she sat in her office quietly eating breakfast, a large, unmarked box was delivered. Its presence immediately unsettled her. She hesitated, spoon frozen mid-air, eyes locked on the package. Something about it felt wrong.With a deep breath, she stood up and approached the box. “What is this?” she muttered, heart beginning to race. Her fingers trembled as she lifted the lid.Inside lay a mangled teddy bear—its fur soaked in dried blood, one button eye missing, stuffing torn open like a wound. Aria recoiled, a gasp tearing from her throat as the lid slipped from her hands and clattered to the floor. She stumbled back, hand over her mouth, feeling the bile rise.Pinned to the bear’s chest was a note, scr
My Mysterious Husband 60: A Newcomer Doctor
At the hospital, Aria moved briskly through the quiet corridors, her white coat trailing behind her. She had spent the morning making rounds in the post-operative ward, methodically checking each patient's vitals and recording their recovery progress. Her face was calm and professional, but her mind was entirely consumed by clinical notes, lab results, and the ticking clock. There was no time for small talk, no space in her schedule for idle chatter.She hadn’t noticed the buzz among the staff about the arrival of a new resident doctor. Whispers floated through the nurses' station, but she paid them no attention. Aria wasn’t one to be distracted by rumors or introductions—especially not today. Her focus was singular, unshaken.With a patient file tucked under her arm, she turned a corner toward her office, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Just as she reached for the handle, a figure stepped into her path, forcing her to stop.“Dr. Aria,” a familiar male voice said, reading
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
