All Chapters of My stunning bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Aiden's POVThe moment Arianna’s expression changed, I knew something was wrong.Not the usual shock people show when they see someone unexpected—but something deeper. Something that looked like recognition mixed with disbelief. Her knees almost gave way, and I moved closer without thinking.“Arianna,” I said quietly, steadying her by the arm. “Breathe.”She didn’t respond.Her eyes were locked on the woman standing in the center of the room, as if the rest of us had disappeared.My mother stood frozen too, tears already spilling down her face before anyone could speak again.I hadn’t expected her here.Not without warning.Not like this.“Mother,” I called sharply, stepping forward. “What are you doing here?”She didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze was still fixed on Arianna like she was seeing a ghost.“Aiden…” she whispered faintly, but her voice broke halfway through.Arianna finally moved slightly, her brows furrowing in confusion and unease.“Why… are you crying?” she asked soft

This was… not how I expected my day to go. If someone had told me this morning that I would be walking side by side with Aiden and his mother—who, by some strange twist of fate, had once been close to my own mother—I would have laughed it off as impossible. And yet, here I was. Still trying to process it. My heart had nearly stopped earlier when she studied my face and burst into tears. But strangely enough, that wasn’t new to me. When I turned fifteen, I had discovered something that followed me everywhere—the fact that I looked exactly like my mother when she was younger. Anyone who had known her always reacted the same way. Shock. Disbelief. Emotion. But this… this felt different. This wasn’t just recognition. This was history. And somehow, I had stepped right into the middle of it. “Why are you smiling to yourself?” Aiden’s voice cut into my thoughts. I turned slightly, realizing I had been quiet for too long. “Nothing,” I said quickly. He narrowed his eyes slightly, cl

“You just got married and now you’re picking your wife over me?” Jayson’s voice rang out dramatically, drawing attention from nearby shoppers. “So much for brotherhood,” he added with a pitiful sigh.I glanced between the two brothers, already sensing how quickly things were about to spiral. Aiden, on the other hand, looked like he was one second away from physically throwing him out of the car.“Get out,” Aiden said coldly, his patience hanging by a thread.Jayson didn’t move. Instead, his gaze shifted to me, and a mischievous smile slowly spread across his face.“You’re really going to let him treat me like this?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as if I were somehow responsible for this mess.I hesitated, unsure of how I had suddenly become involved in their argument. “Just let him be,” I said gently, hoping to calm the situation. “He’s your brother.”Aiden turned to me slowly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. “So what?” he asked, his voice dangerously calm. “Would you pick

Aiden's Pov Jayson did not recover. Not immediately. Not even after a few bites of his own food. He sat there, staring between us like he was trying to solve a puzzle that refused to make sense. His fork hovered mid-air, forgotten, as his eyes moved from my plate… to Arianna… and back to me again. Then he leaned forward. Slowly. Dangerously. “Arianna,” he said, his tone suddenly soft—too soft. I didn’t like it. She looked up from her plate, slightly confused. “Yes?” “Could you…” he gestured toward my plate, “do that for me too?” The room went still. Arianna blinked. Once. Twice. “…do what?” she asked carefully. He smiled. “You know… what you just did for him.” My grip on the fork tightened slightly. Jayson continued, completely unfazed. “Put food on my plate too. Let’s test something.” “Test what?” Arianna asked, clearly unsure. “Whether it’s just him,” he said lightly, “or if you have that effect on everyone.” I set my fork down. Slowly.

Aiden's Pov It started as a routine check. But now the results were clear. I still had the strange illness. Nothing unusual. Nothing emotional. Nothing that should have disrupted years of control I had carefully built around myself. My doctor couldn't hide his shock at this discovery. He kept probing, hoping for a breakthrough but there was none. I proceeded to tell him about the night we met, random but meaningful. Arianna didn’t even say anything at first. She just stood there. Watching. That alone was enough to shift something inside me that I didn’t like acknowledging. I exhaled slowly and turned away from the assistant still standing by the lab table. Another failure. The result was the same as before. My condition reacted exactly as expected—sharp, immediate, and unstable. But what changed everything was not the failure itself. It was the exception. Her. Arianna. I flexed my hand once, trying to regain control after the vigorous process, it was