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THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY 0104
Gabriel stayed outside her door for over an hour. He knocked. He pleaded. He waited in silence, hoping she would open the door, just once. But she never did. Eventually, exhaustion and disappointment weighed him down. He leaned his forehead against the wall for a moment, then turned and walked back to his room. The moment he entered, the emptiness hit him like a wave. The silence in the room was unbearable. He felt frustrated and small—like a man who had lost everything that truly mattered. He climbed into bed and lay there staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. His chest tightened as the truth struck him; he hadn’t slept peacefully for days, and now he understood why. Isla had become his calm, his peace, and his shield. How foolish he had been to ask her to sleep in a separate room. “Her bedroom,” he corrected himself bitterly. Everything that went wrong was his fault. Every tear she shed, every ounce of pain in her voice, every cold look from her, he deserved them all. Sti
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So, it wasn’t Alfred after all. Gabriel had investigated the truth himself. Exactly what she had wanted from him. But did that make her feel any better? No. It didn’t. The hurt was still there. And it was deep and with pains. He shouldn’t have doubted her. He should have trusted her the same way she trusted him, even when she had every reason not to. She sighed softly, her chest tightening as she thought about everything. These wounds would take time to heal. Still, the more she thought about it, the more irritated she became—and she couldn’t even explain why. Without replying, she brushed past him and reached for the porcelain plates. Before she could pick them up, Gabriel’s hand gently covered hers and took the plates away. “I told you before,” he said in a quiet tone, “you need to rest.” Isla didn’t argue. She couldn’t. She simply stood there and watched him as he set the plates down on the counter. He began to serve the food carefully, every movement quiet and deliberate.
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She turned and faced him, her heart aching. He’s sorry? she thought bitterly. Did he even understand what that word meant anymore? “I was wrong, and you were right,” Gabriel said quietly. “I should have listened to you. I should have believed your words instead. I’m truly sorry, love. Please… forgive me this once.” Isla’s eyes burned with unshed tears. Her lips trembled, but no words came out. She wanted to speak, to scream, but her voice refused to obey. Why now? she thought. Was he apologizing because he finally realized the truth on his own? Or because Alfred had confessed? If it was because of Alfred, then she wasn’t sure she could forgive him. If the old man hadn’t revealed his secret—his little “game,” as he called it—would Gabriel still have apologized? Would he have still cared? He had said they should “go back to how things were.” That he would take responsibility for the baby, not because he believed it was his, but because he didn’t want a scandal. Her chest tightene
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“Mom, can we not do this right now?” Isla’s voice came through soft but strained as she pressed the phone closer to her ear. “I need to rest tomorrow. Besides, I’m not even sure Gabriel will be available. He’s been too busy these days.” On the other end of the line, her mother’s tone was brisk, commanding as always. “Honey, this lunch is very important to the family. Make sure you don’t miss it. And as for Gabriel, I’ll call him myself. Bye for now.” The line went dead before Isla could protest further. She lowered the phone slowly and sighed, frustration pressing hard against her chest. She wasn’t ready to face anyone yet—not her mother, not the rest of the family, not even the world outside her walls. Even though the truth had come to light and the confusion had been cleared, she still couldn’t get over the painful fact that Gabriel hadn’t believed her. Not after everything she had endured with him. Not after believing him when she wasn't supposed to. She trusted him even a
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Gabriel stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass window of his grand office, gazing down at the bustling heart of Worgidd Street—one of the busiest business districts in Carminton. Evening had fallen, and the streets below shimmered with golden headlights and moving shadows of people. People hurried home, weaving through the city lights. Home. The word struck him like a weight against his chest. How desperately he wanted to go home—to her. But Isla had said she needed time to think. He wasn’t even sure if she would be there when he arrived. The future of their marriage now rested on the results of his investigation. Whatever the truth turned out to be, one thing was certain. He would never let her go. Even if she hated him, even if she never spoke to him again… he would still fight for her. He doesn't even know why she's becoming his addiction—Why he couldn't let her go. She was his best friend and now what? He couldn't even finish that thought. Yet, he couldn't stop thinking abou
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Isla paced slowly across the large study, her steps soft against the carpeted floor. Her mind was running in circles, trying to piece everything together. It all made sense now—at least most of it. Now she knew why Alfred had always liked her, why he’d treated her differently from the others. Still, questions remained like shadows in her thoughts. What did he mean by "next time"? She knew he hadn’t told her everything. Alfred watched her with quiet amusement, a faint smile curving his lips. He was proud of her composure, of the strength she carried even in confusion. He had chosen right this time. Isla was the woman who would bring stability and sanity back to this family. Anna had failed him, and he had accepted it. Now, he was ready to sever ties with the royal home completely, no matter the cost. There was no need to mend what had already been broken; it was better to build something new. Isla finally turned to him, her voice soft but steady. “About my husband… don’t you think
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