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2026-04-25 07:34:31In the room, Lucien lay asleep, but his rest was far from peaceful.
His brows were tightly furrowed, deep lines forming on his forehead. His hands trembled slightly, and his lips quivered as if holding back something heavy. Sweat gathered on his skin, and his breathing turned uneven. He was dreaming. No, reliving. In his nightmare, he stood in the middle of the palace hall, on his knees, his body pressed against the cold floor. “I didn’t do it,” he kept saying. “I didn’t do anything wrong.” But no one listened. He looked around. Every face was filled with disgust. Judgment. Cold indifference. Then his eyes landed on Syran. Standing to the side, watching. Smiling. A quiet, cruel smile that no one else seemed to notice. But Lucien saw it. He remembered it clearly. That same expression, the one Syran wore when everything was falling apart for him. When his life was being destroyed. Then Lucien turned his gaze to the one person he wanted to believe him. Anna. But what he saw made his chest tighten. There was no warmth in her eyes. No trust. Only coldness. Disgust. Doubt. The moment he saw that, something inside him broke. In reality, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. His body trembled. The humiliation, the helplessness, the pain, it all came rushing back. Suddenly, he jerked awake. He sat up abruptly, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His entire body was drenched in cold sweat. For a moment, he just sat there, trying to breathe. But the memories would not stop. They flooded his mind, one after another. He wanted to forget. But he couldn’t. Among all those memories, one face appeared clearly. Evelyn. The only person who had stood by him. The only one who listened. The only one who cared. When he first entered the palace, everything had been unfamiliar and cold. No one welcomed him. No one cared. Except her. She had stayed by his side, quietly supporting him. She listened when he spoke, comforted him when he broke, and protected him in ways no one else did. She treated him like family. Like a younger brother. Even when the palace turned cruel, when whispers and schemes surrounded him, she never left. She was his only warmth in that place. But even that was taken away. Syran. He could not stand seeing Lucien at peace. He worked in the shadows, planting lies, twisting truths, creating scenes that made Lucien look guilty. Slowly, he poisoned Anna’s mind. Made her believe Lucien was unfaithful. That he had an improper relationship with his own maid. In the palace, that accusation meant death. The truth never mattered. Only what people believed. The incident was kept hidden to protect Anna’s reputation. But someone still had to pay. It wasn’t Lucien. It was Evelyn. They accused her of being a traitor. And executed her. Lucien never understood why. But he knew one thing. Anna had not believed him. If she had, Evelyn would not have died. After that, Anna never spoke to him again. Never even looked at him. He wanted to explain. He wanted to defend himself. But she never gave him the chance. He lived on. Not dead. But not alive either. Enduring humiliation every day. From the Queen Mother. From Syran, who never showed his true face openly, but always struck from behind. Lucien had once thought Syran was kind. Gentle. But that was a lie. He was calculating. Greedy. Willing to destroy anyone in his way. And Lucien had been the easiest target. His background was never enough. He was not royal. Not noble. Just the son of a military doctor. Even his marriage had been arranged because of his father’s connection to the old king. Yet, despite everything, he had loved Anna. From the very first moment he saw her. He had given everything to that marriage. His loyalty. His patience. His heart. And in return, he received nothing but humiliation. Pain. And death. … Back in the present, tears continued to fall from his eyes. His shoulders shook as quiet sobs escaped him. After a while, he lifted his hand and touched his face. His fingers came away wet. He stared at them for a moment. Then let out a bitter breath. “Why are you crying?” he muttered to himself. “Don’t you have any self-respect?”
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Lucien felt too drained to move.He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes again.Sleep came quickly.He did not know if it was the medication or the weight in his chest, but he had no strength to wake up.The whole afternoon passed like that.David came to call him for lunch, knocking several times, but Lucien did not respond.He heard him.He just chose not to move.His chest felt hollow.There was no appetite, no desire to see anyone.Only the memories kept repeating, over and over again.When he finally woke up in the evening, he lay still, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.A knock sounded at the door.“Master, it’s already six,” David’s voice came from outside. “You haven’t eaten anything. Please come downstairs.”“You’re still weak. You need food, and you need to take your medicine. If the mistress finds out, she will scold us. Please come out.”Lucien stayed silent for a moment.Then his stomach growled.Loudly.Only then did he realize he had not eaten since morning.Th
My husband is acting different. Twelve
In the room, Lucien lay asleep, but his rest was far from peaceful.His brows were tightly furrowed, deep lines forming on his forehead. His hands trembled slightly, and his lips quivered as if holding back something heavy.Sweat gathered on his skin, and his breathing turned uneven.He was dreaming.No, reliving.In his nightmare, he stood in the middle of the palace hall, on his knees, his body pressed against the cold floor.“I didn’t do it,” he kept saying. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”But no one listened.He looked around.Every face was filled with disgust.Judgment.Cold indifference.Then his eyes landed on Syran.Standing to the side, watching.Smiling.A quiet, cruel smile that no one else seemed to notice.But Lucien saw it.He remembered it clearly.That same expression, the one Syran wore when everything was falling apart for him.When his life was being destroyed.Then Lucien turned his gaze to the one person he wanted to believe him.Anna.But what he saw made his ches
My husband is acting different. Eleven
After they stepped out of the shop, Lucien gently removed her hand from his arm and moved a step away from her.Lyra’s expression immediately turned cold.Lucien did not notice. His attention was already elsewhere as he looked around the mall, taking in everything with quiet fascination.Once they left the mall, Lyra decided to send him home first before heading to the office.She had already texted her assistant, Ruth, to postpone all meetings until the afternoon.At the office, Ruth was busy preparing for a meeting with the heads of departments, arranging files and reports neatly on her desk when her phone chimed.She picked it up and read the message.“Postpone all meetings to the afternoon.”That was all.Her hand froze.She stared at the screen in disbelief.“What made her come late today?” she murmured.Lyra never came late. She worked nonstop and often stayed back long after everyone else had left.Because of her, Ruth rarely got to leave on time.Now this?A slow smile spread
My husband is acting different. Ten
Lyra picked out several sets of plain clothes for him, along with flat, comfortable shoes and sneakers after noticing how uncomfortable he had been in the boots.She did not like his previous style at all, so everything she chose reflected her own taste, simple, clean, and refined.Lucien nodded slightly as he looked at the clothes.He approved.At least these were wearable.There were a few men in the shop, regular customers from the same social circle.They were used to seeing all kinds of people here.Men who relied on their looks to spend wealthy women’s money.Men who got dragged out and beaten by angry husbands after using someone else’s card.It was all common.And it always turned into gossip.Now, their attention was on Lucien.He did not look like someone from a powerful background, and the way he observed the clothes with quiet curiosity only made it worse in their eyes.At the same time, they could not ignore the woman beside him.Beautiful, composed, clearly wealthy.Jeal
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When Lyra was waiting in the living room, Lucien finally came downstairs.He was wearing a light blue shirt paired with black jeans and white boots.It had taken him a long time to find something like this in the wardrobe.The outfit was simple, but on him, it looked striking.His black hair framed his face, and his skin seemed to glow naturally. Without any effort, he looked like someone straight out of a fashion magazine.He was tall, well built, and perfectly proportioned. When he smiled, faint dimples appeared, softening his sharp features.For a moment, Lyra was caught off guard.She was not used to seeing him like this.Before, he always dressed in flashy, exaggerated styles, even at home. But now, dressed simply, he looked calmer, more refined.Her eyes stayed on him as he walked down.Meanwhile, Lucien was struggling.The boots felt stiff and uncomfortable.How did he even walk in these?He had wanted something simple, but this was the best he could find.He had practiced walk
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The next day, Lucien woke up early, as he was used to the strict routine of the palace.He shifted slightly and glanced at the clock beside his bed.It was only four in the morning.He turned over, trying to go back to sleep, but no matter how much he tried, sleep did not come.After an hour of restlessness, he gave up and got out of bed.He went to the bathroom, washed his face, and brushed his teeth. When he looked into the mirror, he paused.His hair was black, but not like before. It had soft curls.His skin was fair, but it lacked the clear, polished look he once had.He studied himself for a moment, then stepped out.As soon as he opened the door to leave his room, the door opposite his opened as well.He paused, slightly startled.Lyra stepped out.She was dressed in a black T-shirt and sports trousers. Her hair was messy, yet it somehow made her look more attractive.She looked at him in surprise.It was only five thirty in the morning.He used to sleep until the afternoon.He
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