All Chapters of MARRIED TO MR POPULAR : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Xavier insisted on going home the moment the paramedics tried to lift him toward the ambulance. He hated the smell of hospitals, hated the bright lights, and hated being fussed over by strangers. And because he was awake, stubborn, and still technically coherent despite the blood on his temple and the pain in his arm, the paramedics reluctantly let him sign the refusal forms.Cynthia stayed glued to him the entire ride home, her hand locked tightly around his. Her fingers trembled, but her grip never loosened. Every tiny bump in the road made her flinch, terrified it hurt him, but Xavier only squeezed her hand gently, silently asking her to stay calm.By the time they arrived at the Sinclair mansion, she had already called the family doctor. He arrived minutes later, parking hastily in front of the house as though someone’s life depended on his speed.Inside the living room, Xavier sat on the long couch, back propped up by cushions Cynthia had arranged for comfort. She hovered beside

The house grew calmer the morning after the doctor left, but inside the master bedroom, peace was still a fragile thing. Cynthia sat beside Xavier, gently adjusting the pillow behind his back as he tried to settle more comfortably. He winced a little, and she immediately paused, her eyes filled with concern.“Sorry,” she whispered, her voice soft, as though afraid even sound might hurt him.“It’s fine,” he murmured, trying to offer a reassuring smile, but even that tugged slightly at his bruised cheek.The family doctor had already warned her that Xavier would be sore for days, perhaps weeks, depending on how his ribs healed. He’d insisted on treating him at home to avoid drawing media attention, and Xavier had stubbornly refused any suggestion of hospital admission. It didn’t matter to Cynthia. If he was home, then she would build her world right here, beside him.She pulled the blanket up to his waist, smoothing it down carefully, then sat beside him again. Her fingers hovered over

Peace returned to the Sinclair household in a way that felt almost sacred. After the emotional storm of Xavier’s accident, the frantic days of worry, the hushed nights of watching him breathe, the house now hummed with a warm stillness that wrapped itself around Cynthia like a soft blanket.For the first time in weeks, she woke up without checking immediately if he was in pain. She turned in the bed and saw him sleeping beside her, his chest rising steadily, his face relaxed and unburdened. There was no tightness in his jaw, no shadows beneath his eyes, just gentle breaths and the warm heat of morning sunlight streaming softly through the curtains.She lay there quietly, watching him the way he had watched her so many times without her knowing. His hair was slightly tousled, his lips parted just a little, and one arm rested above his head, revealing the faint, fading marks from his injuries. Her heart swelled with gratitude.He was safe.He was here.And for the first time since their

Cynthia woke up to the soft quiet of the house, the kind of silence that made every small sound feel loud. The gentle hum of the air conditioner, the faint creak of the wooden floor when she swung her legs off the bed, even her own sigh. The house felt too big lately, too empty, too still. Xavier had left before dawn again, slipping out with a whispered kiss to her forehead and a murmured apology that barely made it through her sleepy haze. She knew he was working on something huge, something that demanded long hours and constant attention, but knowing didn’t stop the ache of missing him.She stretched, letting her feet touch the cool floor, and walked to the window. Italy was behind them, the honeymoon was behind them, Louisa was gone to Canada, and suddenly her world felt like it was shifting without warning. Everyone had something pulling them forward, something that required their presence somewhere else. She was proud of Louisa, truly proud, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of

It had been a month since Cynthia joined the online cooking group Eva introduced her to, and the transformation in her life was subtle but real. The days no longer felt as long or lonely, even with Xavier leaving early and returning late almost every night. The steady rhythm of learning new recipes, posting her results, and chatting with other members kept her occupied in a way she hadn’t realized she needed.Her kitchen had become her little sanctuary. The once intimidating space now smelled of herbs, spices and the soft sweetness of rising doughs. She found herself humming sometimes, moving around the counters with a confidence that surprised even her. Occasionally, she’d snap pictures of her meals and send them to Xavier. He didn’t always reply immediately, but when he did, his messages were full of pride and teasing congratulations that made her smile.That afternoon, she was sitting at the small breakfast table, scrolling through the group chat. People were dropping photos of the