Lahat ng Kabanata ng I MARRIED MY EX'S RIVAL : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

**Judy's PovI froze. Not because the hall was cold,but because my body stopped working immediately I stepped into the hall.“I, Isabella Grey, take you, Clark Knight, to be my lawful wedded husband. In sickness and in health, in poverty and in riches…” I didn’t hear the rest. I had heard those words before—at my uncle’s wedding. The vows, the promises, the excitement in the hall… I had imagined saying them myself one day. Now, hearing them spoken for someone else… it felt like a knife twisting in my chest,And the only thing I knew was that the man I called my fiance was getting married -----but the bride isn't me.My ears rang. My chest tightened painfully, as if someone had wrapped their hands around it and squeezed. Clark leaned forward. And kissed her. Not a polite kiss. Not a quick one. The same lips that kissed me every morning before work. The same lips that kissed me every night before bed. Now, they belonged to another woman. The hall erupted in cheers.

Judy Pov I went alone. Sophia wanted to come with me, but I refused,Ididn’t even know who I was meeting,Dragging her into something dangerous didn’t feel right,I couldn’t imagine her seeing me fall apart, being humiliated, or worse,She had already carried so much of my burden,This was mine alone to carry.The drive to the location felt longer than usual, Every red light, every turn, felt like it was delaying my fate,My heart refused to calm down, hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape,My palms were sweaty, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that the leather cut into my skin, My mind raced. Little Palm, Florida Keys,was boldly written on top of the gate.The moment I stepped out of the car, I realized this place was not built for people like me,Not for girls who had lived hand to mouth, Not for girls whose life revolved around hospital bills, failed dreams, and heartbreak. The hotel loomed like a palace. Tall glass walls reflected the bright afternoon sun, spa

Judy’s POVMy hands froze and I went into a deep thought. How can I marry someone I barely know? The question kept repeating in my head like a broken record. I sat quietly on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, my heart heavy. Marriage was not something to joke with. It was meant to be love, trust, and forever.But my life had already gone wrong.I remembered my mother lying weakly on the hospital bed, holding my hands and smiling like everything was fine when it was clearly not. The doctor’s words kept echoing in my head.“$45,000. No money, no surgery.”I swallowed hard.If marrying a stranger was the only way to save my mother, then I had no other option. I had already lost my love. I couldn’t afford to lose my mother too.Later in the day, around one in the afternoon, I went to the hospital to see my mother. The hospital was quiet except for the sound of machines and footsteps. My heart ached when I saw her. She looked thinner, weaker, but she still smiled when she saw me.“M

Judy’s POVThe car moved smoothly on the road, quiet and expensive, just like everything around David Jones.I sat beside him in the back seat, my hands resting on my lap, fingers tightly locked together. My body was there, but my mind was somewhere else.Married.The word still didn’t feel real.Just a few minutes ago, I was Judy Hale, a poor girl with a broken heart and a sick mother.Now…I was Mrs Jones.I stared out of the tinted window, watching buildings pass by. Tall offices. Clean streets. People walking freely, laughing, living normal lives.Did they know my life had just changed forever?David sat beside me, calm and relaxed, scrolling through his phone like nothing special had happened. No emotions. No tension.I wondered if he had ever imagined marriage like this.Probably not.To him, this was business.To me, this was survival.The silence in the car felt heavy.My phone suddenly vibrated in my bag.I flinched.Slowly, I pulled it out.Sophia calling…My heart skipped.

Judy’s POVOne week.Those words kept echoing in my head even as I sat on the cold hospital bench that night.Sophia and I didn’t go home.We couldn’t.My mother was inside the operating room, and there was no way I would leave the hospital. I sat there with my back against the wall, my knees pulled close to my chest, staring at the red light above the theatre door.Operation in progress.Every time the door opened, my heart jumped.Sophia stayed beside me, quieter than usual. Even she didn’t have the strength to gossip that night. She only held my hand tightly whenever my breathing became uneven.Time moved slowly.Painfully slow.Hours passed.I don’t even remember when I fell asleep. I only remember my head resting on Sophia’s shoulder and the smell of disinfectant filling my nose.When I opened my eyes again, the sky outside the window was already turning light blue.Morning.I sat up immediately.My neck hurt. My eyes burned. But I didn’t care.“Good morning,” Sophia whispered sl