All Chapters of My Mysterious Husband: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lucia had been holding her breath for days, waiting for any word from the Vale family. Each hour of silence felt like a lifetime. She couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat—not with the thought of her daughter locked away in some cell, alone, afraid, and broken. No mother is ever prepared to face something like this. It tore her apart.She glanced at Sophie, who sat curled up on the edge of the couch, her face streaked with tears, her shoulders shaking in quiet sobs. Lucia’s heart twisted painfully. This wasn’t the daughter she had raised. This wasn’t the bright, hopeful girl who used to believe in fairy-tale endings. This was someone else—someone wounded by love, driven by desperation, and now drowning in regret.Lucia didn’t know when it had all started spiraling out of control. Maybe it had begun when Sophie fell for that man—James Vale. A man who, by all accounts, was already spoken for. Lucia had tried to warn her, tried to make her see reason, but Sophie wouldn’t hear it. She had believed

After tirelessly searching across several Asian countries in hopes of finding Cassandra and uncovering the truth behind her sudden disappearance, Fabian finally received a message from his best friend, Lucien. The message brought a glimmer of hope—Lucien had information about Cassandra’s whereabouts. Without hesitation, Fabian booked the next available flight and returned to their home country, his heart pounding with anticipation and unanswered questions swirling in his mind.The moment he arrived at the airport, Fabian quickly collected his luggage and began scanning the crowded terminal, searching for Lucien, who had promised to pick him up. The terminal was bustling with travelers, voices echoing all around him, but Fabian moved with purpose, his eyes darting through the sea of faces. He wandered through the throng of people until a familiar voice called out to him.“Fabian! I’m here!” Lucien shouted, waving his hand high above his head to catch Fabian’s attention. Upon hearing th

"Why is it so hard for you to see everything I gave up just to be with you? Why can't you recognize the countless sacrifices I made, the dreams I set aside, the battles I fought—just to reach this point with you?" Fabian muttered bitterly, his voice slurring slightly as he downed yet another bottle of alcohol. The room reeked of desperation and liquor, but none of it dulled the sharp ache in his chest.He sat hunched over, drowning in his sorrow, his mind looping through fragments of the past—laughs they shared, late-night conversations, promises whispered under the stars. All of it now felt like cruel illusions. The more he remembered, the deeper the pain carved into him. Each memory was like a blade reopening wounds he’d tried so hard to forget."I gave you everything I had," he mumbled, wiping away a tear that trailed down his cheek. "Everything I was, everything I could be... I offered it all to you, and you just walked away like it meant nothing."His voice cracked as he clutched

Aria finally met Cassandra in person, her steps hesitant and her emotions tangled in guilt and nervousness. She hadn't shown up to their last meeting, and the weight of that absence still clung to her. As she approached, she managed a small, uncertain smile, hoping it might soften Cassandra’s reaction.“Hi, Cassy,” she said quietly, not quite sure how to begin.Cassandra looked up, her expression shifting from surprise to delight the moment she saw Aria. Her eyes immediately fell on the gentle curve of Aria’s baby bump, and a spark of amazement lit her face.“Wow! How are you? I didn’t know you were pregnant,” she said with genuine joy. “How many months is it?”Aria lowered her gaze, shyly shaking her head. “It’s already three months,” she murmured.Cassandra chuckled warmly. “Don’t be shy, Doctor Aria. I’m not mad at you—how could I be mad at someone who’s pregnant?” Her voice was light and kind, without a trace of resentment.With a gentle smile, she motioned to the table. “Come on,

A soft knock sounded at the door, but Aria didn’t move.She remained curled on her side, staring at the wall blankly, her back to the world. Her eyes were dry now—not because the pain had lessened, but because she had run out of tears.The door creaked open as footsteps followed, slowly, cautious and familiar.It was Lucien.He stood just inside the room, holding a bouquet of white lilies. He looked exhausted—disheveled from rushing, regret carved into his face. His eyes searched for hers, but she didn’t turn.“Aria,” he said gently, his voice is very low but she heard him, careful. “I came as soon as I heard.”At the sound of his voice, something sharp twisted inside her.She sat up slowly, her face pale, her eyes red and hollow. “You shouldn’t have come,” she said coldly.Lucien blinked, visibly taken aback. “I—what happened to you… I needed to be here.”“No,” she snapped, her voice rising. “You needed to tell me the truth. You needed to choose me when it mattered. But you didn’t.”