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8: What Hurts the Heart
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My Mysterious Husband 72: I won't fight
"Mom... when do you think you'll be going back home?" Aria asked softly, her voice laced with a vulnerability she could no longer suppress. She had tried to keep her feelings hidden, tried to play the part she thought she had to, but something had shifted—her heart was pulling her in a direction she hadn’t expected. Despite all the pain and confusion, she was beginning to fall in love with her husband all over again, and continuing to pretend felt like a betrayal to both herself and him.Her mother looked at her thoughtfully, sensing the struggle behind her daughter's question. “Why the rush, my dear?” she replied gently. “I know I may have acted stubbornly in the past, making decisions on your behalf and pushing you in directions you didn't choose. But everything I did, I did because I thought it was for your good. I just want to see you happy now. That’s all I ever wanted. If I can see you smiling again, then maybe I can stop carrying the guilt I've felt for so long.”Aria gave a fa
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
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