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My 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
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-06My Mysterious Husband 54: Reflection of the painful past
The rain fell in heavy sheets, casting a gray stillness over the world. Everything outside seemed muted, softened by the downpour. Nature drank deeply in silence, broken only by the rhythm of raindrops and the distant sound of tires splashing through puddles. Aria stepped out of the hospital, her footsteps slow and unhurried, as if the weight inside her matched the sky above. She didn’t look back — she couldn't. She needed air, space, anything but the sterile walls and the face she could no longer bear to see.Her breath caught as she pushed open the café’s glass door, the chill clinging to her skin, her fingers trembling. "If only I hadn’t let him into my life... maybe I wouldn’t be here now," she murmured under her breath, the words nearly lost in the quiet.She lingered at the counter, staring blankly at the menu as if the choices were far away. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft."One caramel macchiato, please."She paid and retreated to a corner seat by the wide window. There, sh
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-06My Mysterious Husband 55: Echoes of what was
The silence between them lingered, dense and unspoken, until Aria finally broke it. “How are things with Fabian now?”Cassandra gave a small, almost wistful smile. “We’re not in a good place… but I’ve learned to live without him.”Aria nodded slowly, sipping her coffee. “I’m glad to hear you’re managing.” She hesitated, then asked, “Do you think you’ll forgive him one day?”“Maybe…” Cassandra’s voice was soft, distant. She waved down the waitress. “One Americano, please.” She glanced back at Aria. “But forgiveness isn’t a simple thing. It depends on the moment… the heart. Like if someone asked you whether you could forgive your husband.”Aria’s expression hardened. “I’m not entertaining that question anymore. My mind’s made up.”Cassandra raised an eyebrow, a trace of skepticism in her voice. “That so? Then how come I heard you let him into your office earlier? That you looked at him with… pity?” She let the words hang, not needing to say more. The hospital staff had already told her
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-06My Mysterious Husband 56: Truth about leaving
Cassandra sat quietly by the window of the small coffee shop, the scent of roasted beans mingling with the crisp pages of the book in her hands. Outside, spring was in full bloom—leaves shimmered in the sunlight, and the occasional breeze stirred the ivy growing up the side of the building. Her book, a worn paperback about native plant life and ecosystems, was one she had read before, but she always returned to it like an old friend.She ran her fingers along the pages as she read, her mind drifting between the lines and the hum of the world around her. Nature had always grounded her. It was a part of who she was—someone who found peace among trees, who believed every plant deserved a chance to grow, and who had spent the last few years volunteering for reforestation projects and urban garden initiatives.“You haven’t changed—you still love nature.”The voice pulled her out of the page. Her heart skipped, and she froze for a moment before slowly looking up. There he was—Fabian. The la
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-07My Mysterious Husband 57: Escaping
Aria was on her way to the hospital when Sophie suddenly appeared, stepping directly into her path.“What do you want from me?” Aria snapped, her voice trembling with rage. “You already got what you wanted—so why are you still showing up?!”Her hands clenched at her sides as a surge of pain flashed through her memory—Sophie pushing her down the escalator, the fall, the blood, and the devastating loss of the baby she’d been carrying.Sophie only smirked, the cold amusement in her eyes making Aria’s blood boil.“What are you smiling at?” Aria shouted, her voice rising. “You’re a murderer! You killed my child!”People nearby stopped and turned at the sound of her voice, eyes wide with surprise at the confrontation unfolding.Sophie rolled her eyes and replied coolly, “Stop causing a scene. I’m only here to tell you—stay away from Lucien. He’s mine now.”Aria’s fury ignited further. “He’s all yours!” she spat. “I don’t want a husband who can’t even admit what he’s done—who refuses to take
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-07My Mysterious Husband 58: His presence
Aria continued to receive flowers and meals from her husband, but she no longer accepted them. Instead, she quietly asked the receptionist to offer them to someone else—or discard them if no one wanted them.“Another one? Again?” one of the hospital staff sighed, eyeing the latest delivery. She had grown weary of eating the untouched meals and could feel the extra weight creeping on.“What’s the matter, Anna?” the head nurse asked as she approached.“I was wondering… would you like some lunch, ma’am?” Anna offered gently, holding out the neatly packed meal.“How kind of you,” the head nurse smiled, accepting the box. As she opened it, the rich, savory aroma filled the air, making her stomach stir. “This smells amazing. Where did it come from? And why aren’t you having it yourself?”“It’s from Dr. Vale’s husband,” Anna replied softly.The head nurse paused, her smile fading slightly. She closed the box and handed it back. “Then why are you offering it to me?”“Dr. Vale asked me to give
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My Mysterious Husband 71: A sudden change
Each day felt like a quiet war—one fought not with shouting or anger, but with silence, glances, and unspoken wounds. And still, Lucien tried.Ever since Aria had returned—reluctantly, under her mother’s hopeful urging—he had begun a quiet campaign of penance. Not through apologies, not in words. But in the way he woke early to cook for her, learned the rhythm of her moods, stepped lightly around her pain. Every gesture was small, deliberate. A quiet offering. A silent prayer.He knew he didn’t deserve forgiveness, not easily. Not after what he’d done… or more hauntingly, what he’d failed to do.Sometimes, late at night, when Aria had shut herself away in the guest room—though her mother still believed they shared the master—Lucien would sit in the hallway, back against the cold wall, unable to sleep. He would stare at the door and remember the day it all fell apart. The day he chose pride over love. Fear over courage. He hadn’t realized, then, how fragile a woman’s trust could be whe
My Mysterious Husband 70: Pretend relationship charade
It was the second day since Aria had moved in with Lucien, continuing the exhausting charade of pretending everything was still fine between them—at least in front of her mother. The emotional strain of acting like a loving wife was beginning to wear on her, but for now, the facade had to be maintained.As she entered the kitchen that morning, the familiar aroma of breakfast greeted her, along with the sight of Lucien already busy at the stove. Her mother was seated at the table, sipping her tea with a smile."Good morning, Mom," Aria said softly, leaning down to kiss her mother on the cheek as a warm gesture of greeting.Her mother returned the affection and glanced toward Lucien with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "Good morning, darling. Now, don’t forget your husband," she added playfully. "He might start getting jealous of me if you only greet me with such love."Aria hesitated for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she turned toward Lucien. He was watching her, clearly
My Mysterious Husband 69: It's not a promise
Cassandra lowered her eyes for a moment, her fingers tightening around the bouquet he had given her. The scent of fresh flowers mixed with the weight of old memories, and for the first time in years, she allowed herself to stand still in his presence—without running, without pushing him away.“I don’t know what happens next,” she said quietly. “I’m not promising anything, Fabian.”“I’m not asking for promises,” he replied gently. “Just a chance to be near you again. Even if it’s just as someone who supports you from afar.”She looked up at him, eyes softer now, though still guarded. “Then let’s start with this moment. No expectations, no headlines… just two people trying to understand what’s left between them.”A faint smile tugged at his lips. “That’s more than enough for me.”They stood there in silence, surrounded by the fading energy of the fashion show, the noise and lights now distant. In the quiet that followed, something unspoken passed between them—wounded, tentative, but und
My Mysterious Husband 68: Fashion Success
The fashion runway show has concluded successfully, drawing enthusiastic applause and excitement from the audience. The crowd was both delighted and captivated by Cassandra's uniquely creative and bold designs, which left a lasting impression on everyone in attendance.Following the show, Cassandra found herself engaged in conversations with numerous investors who were eager to discuss potential opportunities. Many expressed strong interest in promoting her work and bringing her designs to the broader market. Cassandra was overjoyed by the overwhelmingly positive response and thrilled that her vision resonated with so many. She could hardly wait to see how her creations would perform once introduced to the commercial fashion world."Congratulations, Miss Cassandra," Fabian said warmly, offering a genuine smile as he handed her a bouquet of fresh flowers.Cassandra was taken aback to see him still at the venue. Despite having kept her distance from him for years, she couldn't deny the
My Mysterious Husband 67: Fashion Reunion
Cassandra was just beginning her journey in the world of fashion design. After spending time away, she had recently returned to her home country to fully pursue her aspirations as a clothing designer. Armed with a portfolio full of unique and inspired creations, she had been diligently working on a new collection for several months—her first major project since coming back. Today marked a significant milestone: the day her designs would finally be unveiled to the public.As the excitement—and pressure—of the moment settled in, Cassandra turned to her assistant, her brow slightly furrowed with concern."Where are the models our company hired for the show?" she asked sharply, a sense of urgency in her voice."They're ready, Miss Cassandra," Alie replied calmly. "They're in the fitting room, just waiting for your signal."Alie was relatively new to the W Company, just like Cassandra. Both had been hired around the same time, and despite being early in their careers, they had quickly form
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
