All Chapters of I Woke Up Married to a Politician : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The soft ticking of a clock echoed in the room. Gabriella Halim fluttered her eyes open. A spotless white ceiling. Sheer curtains swayed gently in the breeze. ‘Where… am I?’ she murmured under her breath. Her body felt light. This wasn’t the thin mattress in her cramped little room. This was a plush bed with satin sheets, in a spacious room with a chandelier hanging above. Her hand reached for the other side of the bed. Empty. Slowly, she sat up and glanced around. A massive wardrobe filled with luxurious clothes. A full-length mirror reflected a woman with long black hair cascading down her shoulders, a beautiful bare face without makeup. A silk nightgown hugged her curves. ‘This… isn’t the Halim house.’ Her heart thudded in her chest. No Isabella’s screeching voice barking orders at her like a maid. No Mrs. Emma Halim constant threat that she “owed them” for saving her. No suffocating fear clinging to her skin like a second layer. All her life, Gabby had known one thing: she was

The Ritz-Carlton ballroom in Washington, D.C. buzzed with chatter. Crystal chandeliers glittered above, while floor-to-ceiling drapes framed the stage decorated with banners of the Capitol dome and the National Mall. Screens played looping videos of the Washington Monument under the morning sun, setting a patriotic tone for the day. Media crews adjusted their cameras, while staff coordinated seating for senators, members of Congress, cabinet officials, and leading educators.The event began with a brief video presentation showcasing achievements in digital education. Animated graphics swept across the screens, statistics glowed in bold numbers, and footage highlighted schools nationwide already connected to the new digital platform.Gabby sat in the front row, her hands folded gracefully in her lap. Her dress glimmered softly under the chandelier lights. She felt a mixture of excitement and mischief, already planning subtle ways to stir reactions without stepping out of line. Yet, her

The first thing Gabby registered was a dull ache at the back of her neck. The second was the unfamiliar weight of an arm draped across her stomach. Her eyes fluttered open to a room she recognized, but the circumstances were entirely new. This was Adryan's bedroom. And she was in it. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She was wrapped in a soft blanket, the fabric a stark contrast to the rough feel of a... bare arm. She turned her head slowly, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Adryan's face was mere inches from hers. He was sound asleep, his dark lashes resting against his cheeks. His perfect, chiseled jaw was softened in slumber, and a few strands of his black hair fell across his forehead. He looked so vulnerable, so different from the cold, intimidating man she knew. Gabby’s breath hitched. She was lying in bed with her husband. And they were both completely naked. Every single memory of the night befo

Gabby spent the rest of the day buried in her office. She poured over quarterly reports, fundraising projections, and patient profiles. Each file felt like a fragment of a stranger's life. The names and faces of the children on the corkboard became her only anchors to this reality. She found herself trying to memorize them, to connect with the person she used to be. The irony of it all was overwhelming. Adryan had accused her of faking her amnesia, but now she was forced to fake an entire life. As evening fell, the office grew quiet. She was about to pack up when the door opened. "Working late?" Adryan's voice was calm, but his presence filled the room with the familiar, suffocating tension. He stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, the top button of his shirt undone. He looked less like a politician and more like a weary man. Gabby's heart leaped, but she kept her face carefully neutral. She hadn't seen him since her walk of shame this morning. "I have a lot to catch up on," sh

Gabby walked back to the mansion, the adrenaline from her confrontation with Adelyn replaced by a hollow feeling. She went to her room, her eyes immediately drawn to her jewelry box on the dresser. She opened it, rummaged through it, and her breath caught. Her wedding ring was gone. ‘Where is it?’ she thought, her hands trembling as she rummaged through her jewelry. ‘Adelyn... she said it wasn't on my finger. Did I take it off? Or Adryan?’ Gabby frantically searched her room. She looked in the drawers, under the bed, and in her bag. Every empty spot she found made her more desperate. The ring felt like the only tangible proof of the life she was living, and its loss made her feel as if she would vanish. She finally gave up, leaning her back against the wall, her head spinning with frustration. After a while, she decided to distract herself. She had a bigger problem. She walked to Adryan's study, the door tightly shut. She took a deep breath and knocked. "Come in," Adryan's v