All Chapters of MARRIED TO MR POPULAR : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The last morning of their honeymoon dawned with the same serenity that had accompanied the entire trip. Cynthia woke to the gentle sound of waves kissing the shore, sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains of the suite. She stretched lazily, feeling Xavier’s arm wrapped around her waist, and smiled at the quiet intimacy of the moment. For a few precious seconds, the world felt perfect and uninterrupted.But perfection, as they were about to discover, had a way of being tested.Xavier’s phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table. He picked it up, frowning at the screen. “It’s my assistant,” he muttered. His brow furrowed as he read the messages. The calm morning seemed to shatter in an instant.“What is it?” Cynthia asked, sitting up and noticing the tension in his expression.“Something urgent came up back home,” he said, his voice low but firm. “There’s a problem with one of the business properties. It’s serious enough that I need to be there immediately.”Cynthia felt a pang

The late afternoon sun was casting long shadows across the Sinclair’s new home, bathing the living room in a warm, golden glow. Cynthia, Louisa, and Amelia were sprawled across the plush sofas, laughing over a silly game Louisa had dragged out from her bag, when the faint rumble of a car pulling up outside caught Cynthia’s attention.“Wait, is that…?” Cynthia paused mid-laugh, squinting toward the window. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the familiar sleek black car. “Xavier’s back!” she exclaimed, springing to her feet.Louisa and Amelia shot up with her, excitement and curiosity lighting their faces. “Finally!” Louisa shouted. “I wonder what took him so long!”Amelia rolled her eyes playfully. “Knowing him, it’s probably some last-minute work crisis. He can’t stay away for five minutes without something urgent coming up.”Cynthia’s heart fluttered at the thought. She moved to open the door just as Xavier stepped out, his tailored suit looking immaculate despite the obvious

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the Sinclair residence as Cynthia’s car pulled into the familiar driveway. It had been weeks since her wedding, and though she and Xavier had settled beautifully into their new life, a part of her had been quietly longing for this moment: the chance to return to the house where she had grown up, to see her parents, to feel that familiar embrace of home.As she stepped out of the car, she paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the garden she had spent so many afternoons in, the same roses her mother had carefully tended, and the wide, welcoming porch. Memories flooded her, both joyful and bittersweet. She smoothed the folds of her elegant dress, her wedding ring glinting in the sunlight, and walked toward the front door.Before she could knock, the door swung open, and her mother appeared, eyes wide with surprise and delight. “Cynthia!” she exclaimed, rushing forward to wrap her daughter in a tight, warm embrace. Cynthia felt t

The night had grown deeper, and the house around Cynthia felt impossibly quiet. The soft hum of the air conditioner seemed louder than usual, every creak of the wooden floor echoing like a footstep that wasn’t there. Cynthia’s phone lay on the coffee table, its screen glowing faintly in the dim light, but no new messages had come through. Each second that passed felt like an eternity, and with every passing moment, her worry began to gnaw at her more fiercely.She tried to distract herself at first, flipping through a magazine she had left on the sofa earlier, but the words swam across the page, refusing to take root in her mind. Her fingers kept brushing over the screen of her phone, hoping, almost desperately, for a message, a missed call, anything that would assure her that Xavier was safe. She had called him multiple times, leaving messages with varying tones of concern, frustration, and affection, but they all remained unanswered.Finally, her thumb hovered over the contacts list

Cynthia woke slowly, as though her body had been fighting sleep and finally surrendered. Her eyes felt heavy and swollen, her throat dry from crying. For a moment she didn’t recognize where she was. The room was too bright. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic. A soft beeping sound echoed gently in the background.She blinked again, lifting her head from the chair she had curled into. The blanket that someone had placed over her slipped to the floor. She rubbed her face, confused and disoriented. Her last memory was Amelia holding her hand and her body simply shutting down from the weight of worry.Then she saw him.Xavier sat on the bed across from her, leaning back slightly, arm propped up in a sling, bandages wrapped around his forehead and a thin strip of gauze across his cheek. His eyes were half open, watching her quietly.Her breath caught.For one second she froze. For another second she simply stared. Her heart moved before her mind could catch up.She stood so quickly the c