Semua Bab Mr. Wilder wife is a madwoman: Bab 11 - Bab 19

The warmth of Lisa’s hand lingered on Rose’s arm, too soft, too familiar, and Rose forced out a gentle laugh as the tension grew, masking the tremor in her chest. Then, with deliberate grace, she slipped free of Lisa’s touch.“Shameless?” she echoed, tilting her head, lashes lowering. The pounding behind her eyes dulled just enough for her to breathe. “Oh, Lisa, I am shameless because-”She smiled faintly, the kind of coy, harmless smile that women wore in paintings. “I just wish it had been Duke who brought the flowers himself. You know how I am… I can never get enough of my man.”The words floated softly, light, glittering, and cruelly careless.Lisa blinked, her lashes fluttering once before she found her mask again. Then came that soft, pearly laugh, the one she’d perfected since they were girls.“You always were greedy for affection,” she purred, brushing invisible dust off her sleeve.But her thoughts slammed through Rose’s mind like shards of glass.‘Greedy little slut. You thi

Her bloodshot eyes swept across the trembling maids standing in a crooked line. Their minds still buzzed loosely in her head, some fearful, some judgmental, some confused, but she didn’t reach for the noise. Not anymore.She had learned within seconds how to control the gift she never asked for.One glance, one focus, one target.Everything else vanished.Then she spoke.Calmly.Coldly.“I’m going back to my chamber.”The maids froze, blinking as if unsure whether they’d heard her right.Rose stepped toward the door, every movement deceptively graceful, every breath steady despite the flood of adrenaline still burning through her veins.“Dismissed,” she added softly.The kind of tone that left no room for argument.But one maid, small, wiry, trembling, swallowed hard and stepped forward.“M-My lady,” she stammered, eyes darting to the bouquet in her hand. “What should we… do with the flowers?”Rose’s shoulders tightened. But she didn’t even look at them. Her jaw clenched once.“Trash

Duke inhaled slowly, chest rising with a trembling breath that didn’t match the confident groom he was trying to be.When the priest's eyes locked on Rose, he nodded gently, smiling that soft, ceremonial smile.“You may begin your vow.”Duke turned toward Rose since she kept silent.He exhaled shakily.And his voice-God.It was soft.Gentle.Almost trembling.“I… Duke Sallow… vow to love you with all that I am,” he said quietly.His tone wrapped around her, warm and smooth, something meant to sound safe. Comforting. The sort of voice that had once made Rose’s stupid, naive heart flutter.“To protect you… to cherish you…” He continued. “And to stand beside you through every joy and every hardship.”Aunt Hua sniffled. Someone actually sighed. A young cousin pressed both hands dramatically to her chest.“You are… my heart, Rose,” Duke whispered.“My home.”It was sweet.Too sweet.A performance dipped in honey.But Rose wasn’t listening to his words.She was listening to him.To his min

The garden was still humming with scandal when Rose let out a soft sigh, barely audible, but enough to release some pressure in her chest.The priest waited stiffly behind the signing table, sweating from nerves. Guests whispered like flies. Lisa watched from the aisle, her jaw stiff and in pain as she smiled nonstop.Scowling faintly, Rose’s eyes drifted to the document.Then she stepped forward.“Duke,” she murmured, voice gentle in a way that wasn’t real, “you go first.”Duke’s eyes widened with sheer relief, like a dog finally acknowledged by his owner.“Of course, my love,” he breathed.He took the pen eagerly, almost reverently, signing his name with a flourish meant to impress her. His shoulders were tense, posture sharp. He wanted to look masculine, competent, in control.But his mind shivered through every thought:'I can still fix this.''She still wants me.''She didn’t leave. She didn’t run.''Rose is mine.''Mine. Mine.'He stepped aside, breathing unsteadily.Finally, Ro