All Chapters of Married Twice, Loved Once : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The night should have been beautiful. The lights in the ballroom glowed like fallen stars, the air filled with the scent of roses and champagne. From the outside, it looked like a fairy-tale party. But inside the room, Aria Carter’s world was ending.She stumbled backward, her chest burning with pain. Her hands pressed against the wound, but warm blood kept spilling out, soaking through her white silk gown. The dress she had dreamed of wearing on her wedding anniversary was no longer pure and shining. It was stained in deep red.Her vision blurred. Each breath came like fire in her lungs. The voices around her echoed, cruel and sharp.“Look at you,” Sophia Lin’s voice rang out. She stepped forward, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Her lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “The great Mrs. Cross… brought down like a dog. All that pride, all that patience, and what did it give you? Nothing.”Aria’s heart clenched, not only from the pain but from the sight of the wom

The music outside the bridal chamber swelled, then slowly faded, replaced by muffled laughter and clinking glasses. The celebration was still going on, but in here, the world was silent.Aria stood before the door, her back straight, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. She had already slipped into her wedding gown, the same white silk she remembered all too well. Every detail matched her memories the embroidery on the veil, the pearl buttons on the sleeves.But this time, she wasn’t shaking.Her gaze was steady, her heart sharp.The latch clicked.The door opened.He walked in.Damian Cross.He was tall, his broad shoulders outlined perfectly in a black suit. His presence filled the room instantly, like a shadow swallowing the light. His face was as she remembered coldly handsome, sharply cut features, lips pressed into a hard line. His eyes, dark and unreadable, swept over her once before he shut the door behind him.The click of the lock echoed louder than the wedding music o

The door creaked open before Sophia could form her next sweet remark.A tall figure stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a sudden drop in temperature.Damian Cross.His black suit was perfectly pressed, his tie sharp, his every movement controlled and precise. His gaze swept over the room first the maids, then Sophia, and finally Aria.The silence was heavy.In her past life, Aria would have leapt to her feet, flustered, desperate to show him she was a good wife. She would have smiled too brightly, introduced Sophia with trembling eagerness.Now, she simply set down her teacup, her posture elegant, her eyes calm.“Mr. Cross,” Sophia said quickly, her voice dripping honey. She stood, her smile wider than ever. “Forgive me for intruding so early. I couldn’t resist coming to congratulate Aria again. We’ve been the closest of friends since childhood.”Her tone was careful, designed to draw a connection between herself and Aria an invisible rope meant to tie her closer to Dam

The sound of heels struck the marble floor like a drumbeat. Slow. Deliberate.Every head turned toward the doorway.Vivienne Carter appeared as if she owned the night.She wore a deep crimson dress that clung like liquid fire, her black hair swept into a glossy knot. A diamond pendant caught the chandelier light and sent it flashing across the room. She didn’t rush. She let the silence stretch until it felt like a held breath.“Apologies for the delay,” she said, voice smooth as cream. “I had to change. The city air is dreadful tonight.”Her eyes landed on Aria, sharp and glittering. “Sister. What a surprise to see you so soon after the wedding. I thought married life would keep you too… occupied.”A few relatives chuckled nervously.Aria set her spoon down with care. “Hello, Vivienne. You look… prepared for an audience.”Vivienne’s smile widened, almost but not quite friendly. “An audience? Oh, I simply enjoy making an entrance. Mother, Father, I trust the dinner hasn’t grown dull wi

The private elevator chimed, and every head in the outer office turned.Selene Vaughn didn’t walk she made an entrance.Tall, sun-kissed, and unapologetically dramatic in a scarlet wrap dress, she looked as if she’d just stepped off a magazine cover. Oversized sunglasses hid half her face, but the slow, amused smile was unmistakable.“Morning, darlings,” she said to no one in particular, her heels clicking across the polished floor. “Don’t mind me just here to see the boss.”Assistants exchanged nervous glances. No one stopped her. No one ever did.Damian’s door swung open before she could knock.“Selene,” he said evenly. “You’re early.”“You’re late for me,” she shot back, sweeping into the office as if it belonged to her. She dropped her sunglasses onto his desk, sending a paperweight spinning. “Honestly, Damian, you never text back. A girl could start to feel neglected.”Damian closed the door behind her. “I was in a meeting.”“It’s eight-forty-five in the morning,” she said, dropp