All Chapters of My Mysterious Husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

Aria’s heart pounded erratically in her chest as the rapid, high-pitched beeping of the heart monitor filled the room, signaling a sudden change in her husband’s condition. The sound sent a jolt of fear through her, and her entire body froze. Her fingers, trembling with shock and disbelief, went numb, and the needle she had been holding slipped helplessly from her grasp, clattering onto the cold hospital floor. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over, cascading down her cheeks as the monitor let out one final sound—then fell silent. The stillness was deafening.“Noooooooo! Don’t leave me, Lucien…” she wailed, her voice raw with grief as she threw herself over his lifeless body, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “I already forgive you,” she whispered, her words broken and soaked in sorrow. Her voice trembled as the weight of loss settled in her chest like stone.But then—just as suddenly as the silence had come—the heart monitor let out a faint, steady beep.And then another.

Aria sat quietly on the edge of the hospital bed, her gaze fixed on her husband who lay there, his injuries a silent testament to recent events. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke, her voice steady but filled with emotion."My parents told me everything," she began, her fingers nervously twisting in her lap. "They said you saved them... that you put yourself in harm’s way to make sure they didn’t get hurt. You didn’t let anything happen to them—and because of that, you ended up like this." Her eyes met his, and though her face was calm, her tone carried the weight of everything she was feeling. "I wanted you to know that I understand now... and I take this seriously."Her husband studied her expression carefully, noting the sadness in her eyes, the pain hidden beneath her composed demeanor. After a beat, he asked quietly, "Do you regret the way you treated me before?"He paused, watching her reaction closely before continuing, his voice filled with sincerity. "If you can’t f

In another quiet corner of the city, Fabian found himself once again standing outside Cassandra’s apartment. The dim streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement as he nervously adjusted the collar of his coat, rehearsing his words in his head for what felt like the hundredth time.He finally knocked.A few moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Cassandra—calm, poised, and just a little surprised to see him. Her expression was unreadable, but she didn’t close the door. That, at least, was something.“Fabian,” she said simply, her voice neither cold nor welcoming—just neutral.“Hey,” he replied, forcing a small smile. “Can we talk?”She hesitated before stepping aside, silently giving him permission to come in. Inside, the air was warm, scented faintly with chamomile and lavender. Fabian stood awkwardly for a moment before turning to face her.“I know I’ve made mistakes,” he began. “I know I hurt you… and I won’t pretend that words can fix everything. But I can’t stop th

With the soft pad of paws on stone and the echo of Lucien’s confident steps behind him, the dog led the way back up the aisle like a proud little usher. Aria followed slowly, the earlier tension melting with every step. Guests turned to one another with quiet smiles—some wiping away tears, others still chuckling.As she reached the altar, Lucien extended his hand. She took it without hesitation, and the moment their fingers touched, the entire church seemed to exhale. They stood face-to-face now, the chaos behind them, the future stretching ahead.“You look…” Lucien began, his voice catching slightly. “You look like every dream I ever had, Aria.”Aria’s eyes softened. “And you look like a man who just got lucky his bride didn’t walk out.”The guests laughed, and even the officiant cracked a warm smile.As they turned to face the minister, the ceremony began.“Dearly beloved,” the officiant said, “we are gathered here today to celebrate something rare, something true—something not even