All Chapters of Married Twice, Loved Once : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Damian’s fingers flew across his laptop, jaw tight, eyes burning from staring at spreadsheets too long.The door opened.He didn’t look up.“Knock.”Silence.Then the unmistakable sound of a plastic bag rustling.Damian looked up.Aria stood there, calm, unbothered, takeaway in hand.He exhaled slowly. “Can’t you knock?”She raised a brow. “Really? Do I need permission to enter my husband’s office?”She walked in and dropped the takeaway on his desk with a soft thud.“This is a company,” Damian said. “With departments. Offices. Structure. You should practice office ethics.”Aria hummed absentmindedly while peeking into the bag.“Mhm… mmm… noted.”“What do you want?” he asked.“I brought lunch.”“I’m not interested.”She looked at him. Then at the food. Then back at him.“Why are you always grumpy, Mr. Cross?” she asked.“How exactly am I supposed to play the perfect supportive wife when your attitude smells like a rotten egg?”He blinked. “Me? Rotten egg?”“No,” she corrected. “Your a

Aria sat on the edge of her bed, hair loose, laptop closed. The room was quiet until her phone buzzed.Grandma Eleanor calling…She answered immediately.“Hello, Grandma.”“Aria, my dear. How are you doing?”“I’m okay, Grandma. How are you?”“I’m fine dear,” Eleanor replied. “How are things in that house?”Aria hesitated, then softened her voice.“Everything is… fine.”A pause.“And your work?” Grandma asked. “Is business going well?”“Yes, Grandma. All good.”Another pause longer this time.“Aria,” Eleanor said gently, “I saw Selene’s post online. Have they fixed a date for the wedding?”Aria exhaled slowly.“I’m not sure, Grandma. Preparations are ongoing. Selene is… moving fast.”“Moving fast?” Eleanor repeated.“Yes,” Aria added carefully. “She’s trying to wrap everything up before people start asking questions. Especially now that she’s pregnant.”Silence.“Pregnant?” Eleanor said sharply. “Selene is pregnant?”Aria straightened.“Damian didn’t tell you?”“No,” Eleanor said, disb

“Babe, come downstairs,” Selene called out, already halfway up the stairs. “We have a visitor.”Damian looked up from his phone.“A visitor? Who?”“Just come down,” she said impatiently. “You ask too many questions.”Before he could protest, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him along. Damian sighed but followed.In the living room, a woman in a beige suit sat upright on the couch, tablet balanced neatly on her lap.Selene beamed.“Sit. Sit.”Damian lowered himself into the armchair, already sensing trouble.The woman stood immediately.“Good afternoon, sir.”“Good afternoon,” Damian replied politely.Selene slipped her arm around his, practically clinging to him.“Babe, this is Kate. She’s an event planner.”“You’re welcome here,” Damian said, nodding to Kate.“Thank you, sir,” Kate replied with a professional smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”She tapped her tablet.“So let’s begin. First question, what’s the color theme for the day?”“It’s an all-white event,” Selene answered qu

The wedding card was officially out.Selene had been flooding her social media nonstop mirror selfies, designer watches, cryptic captions about “forever” and “answered prayers.” The internet was already buzzing.That afternoon, Max pulled into the Cross mansion.“Good afternoon, sir,” one of the staff greeted.“Hey,” Max replied easily. “Is your boss around?”“No, sir. Mr Cross hasn’t returned yet. Madame Selene is home.”Max nodded. “Alright. Please let her know Max is here.”“Okay, sir.”Max settled into the living room. A staff member brought him a drink, which he accepted with a polite smile.Ten minutes later, Selene walked downstairs.“Max,” she said, stopping halfway.He stood up. “Hi, Selene. How are you doing?”“I’m good,” she replied, glancing around. “Damian isn’t home?”“Yeah, I know. I’ve called him,” Max said.She nodded and sat opposite him. “Get me a glass,” she told one of the staff casually.Max’s eyes lingered on her belly not obvious, but observant.They drank in s

The morning of the wedding was loud before it was beautiful.“Where is the makeup artist?” Selene’s voice cut through the bridal suite like a blade.“Why is the veil still on the chair?”“Who moved my shoes? I said nobody should touch my things!”The room froze.“I want today perfect,” Selene snapped. “Perfect means no mistakes, no delays, no stupidity.”“Yes, ma’am,” three voices replied at once.Across the hall, Aria stood calmly as a stylist adjusted the last button on her dress.Her gown was simple, elegant, champagne silk, tailored perfectly to her frame. No diamonds screaming for attention. No excess. Just quiet class.A staff member gasped softly. “Wow.”Another whispered, “She looks like royalty.”Aria smiled politely. “Thank you.”As she stepped into the corridor, murmurs followed her.“Is that Mrs Cross?”“She’s stunning.”“I didn’t know the wife would look like this.”Aria walked past Selene’s door just as another shout erupted.“Why does everything keep going wrong today?”