Todos os capítulos de Divorced on Our Wedding Night: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The crystal chandeliers above the ballroom glowed like a thousand captured stars, casting warm gold light over silk gowns, tailored suits, and champagne flutes raised in celebration.It was supposed to be perfect.My wedding night.I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bridal suite, my fingers trembling slightly as I smoothed them over the lace of my dress. The fabric was soft, delicate hand-stitched in Paris, my mother had said, as if luxury could somehow guarantee happiness.The woman staring back at me looked unreal.Wide eyes. Soft makeup. A pearl comb pinned into loose waves.A bride.Avelyn Blackridge.The name still felt strange in my head, but not unpleasant. I had practiced it quietly for weeks, whispering it when I was alone. I wanted to grow into it. I wanted the life it promised.“Mrs. Blackridge,” my best friend Naomi said softly behind me, smiling as she adjusted my veil. “You did it. You married the most powerful man in the city.”I smiled, though my ch

Cassian Blackridge hated disorder.He hated loose ends, unanswered questions, and anything that couldn’t be reduced to a clean decision. That was why he was sitting alone in the back seat of his car, jacket folded neatly beside him, tie removed with methodical care while his wedding reception continued without him.It was handled.The papers were signed.The outcome finalized.The situation resolved.So why did his chest feel tight?The city lights streaked past the window as the driver navigated through the streets. Cassian leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes briefly.Avelyn’s face surfaced in his mind without permission.Not crying.Not begging.Calm.That was what unsettled him the most.He had expected anger. Tears. Accusations. Some kind of emotional display that would justify his decision, remind him why this marriage could never work.Instead, she had looked at him with quiet resignation as if something fragile inside her had simply… switched off.“You’ll

Morning light crept through the curtains like an intruder, soft and indifferent, as if nothing monumental had happened the night before.I lay still on Naomi’s couch, staring at the ceiling, listening to the slow rhythm of my own breathing.For a brief, fragile second, I forgot.Then memory crashed back in.The ballroom.The papers.Cassian’s voice cool, final.I closed my eyes.Naomi stirred from the armchair. “You’re awake.”“So are regrets,” I murmured.She gave a tired half-smile and stood, stretching. “I’ll make coffee. Strong. No questions asked.”I sat up slowly, the dull ache in my abdomen still present but quieter now, like it had retreated just enough to be ignored.In the kitchen, the coffee machine whirred. The normalcy of the sound felt wrong.My phone buzzed on the table.Once.Twice.Then again.Unknown number.I stared at the screen, my pulse quickening.Naomi followed my gaze. “Are you going to answer?”I shook my head. “I don’t want to hear his voice.”The buzzing st

The law office was smaller than I expected.No glass walls. No intimidating marble floors. Just clean wood, warm light, and shelves filled with books that looked used not decorative. It smelled faintly of coffee and paper.I liked it immediately.Gideon Price’s name had been on the letter, but the receptionist ushered me into a different office.“Ms. Cross,” she said gently. “Mr. Hale will see you now.”Ms. Cross.Not Mrs. Blackridge.The name felt like oxygen.Inside, the man behind the desk stood. He was in his early forties, sharp-eyed but not severe, wearing a plain navy suit without the flash Cassian favored.“Ms. Cross,” he said, shaking my hand. “I’m Aaron Hale. I understand you’re seeking independent counsel.”“Yes,” I replied. “And confidentiality.”He nodded once. “That’s standard. Have a seat.”I did.For the first time since the wedding, I told the story out loud from the papers on the table to the ring left behind. I didn’t embellish. I didn’t soften it either.Aaron list

The first time I saw my wedding photo trending online, I didn’t cry.I stared.The image had been cropped strategically. Cassian stood tall, immaculate in his tailored tuxedo. I stood beside him, smiling softly, unaware of what was waiting for me at the end of the aisle.The headline read:BLACKRIDGE WEDDING ENDS IN MYSTERY — BRIDE VANISHES HOURS AFTER CEREMONYMystery.Such a gentle word for humiliation.Naomi was the one who found it.“I tried to keep it from you,” she admitted, sitting beside me on the couch, her laptop open. “But it’s everywhere.”I scrolled silently.Speculation.Rumors.Anonymous “sources.”Some claimed I’d had a breakdown. Others hinted at infidelity mine or his. A few suggested the marriage had been a business merger gone wrong.No one knew the truth.And for once, that worked in my favor.“Say something,” Naomi said gently.I closed the laptop.“Let them guess.”She frowned. “That’s it?”“Yes.”Because explaining myself to strangers felt strangely similar to