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All Chapters of Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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CallistaI realized I was going blind the exact same night I discovered my husband was marrying another woman.At that precise moment, however, the brutal betrayal hadn't hit me yet. All I knew was that the crisp reality I usually ruled had suddenly dissolved into a terrifying blur.The glossy black nails in front of my face looked like smeared, trembling shadows instead of the flawless, expensive manicure I’d paid a ridiculous amount for just hours prior. The restroom floor tilted slightly beneath my designer heels, and the cold marble sink beside me felt like the only anchor keeping me from collapsing entirely. “What the fuck…” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut.Then someone started banging hard on the door. “Hello?! Is somebody in there?!”I blinked hard, forcing my eyes to focus, but the world swam like I’d been thrown into deep water.What the hell is wrong with me?My lips stretched into a weak smile, though no one was there to see it. The kind of smile rich women practiced in

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CallistaThe word slipped out before I could stop it. “That scumbag!” I suddenly shouted, louder this time. Several guests turned around, a few frowning.I barely noticed them. My eyes were locked on the stage… on Daelan but he wasn’t looking at me, he was smiling at Elysia.That soft smile I knew so well, the one he used when he was pretending to be sweet.My nails dug into my palm, but the pain barely registered. Tears flooded in my eyes but they refuse to fall.Then someone leaned close to my ear. “Where the hell were you, Callista?” I blinked. The voice belonged to Marissa… one of Elysia’s bridesmaids.“You were supposed to read the farewell letter to your best friend,” she continued in a whisper. “You promised, remember? Everyone’s been looking for you.”I stared at her blankly. Words felt meaningless like my brain had suddenly forgotten how to process language. “I… was…?” I murmured faintly.Marissa rolled her eyes. “Yes. The emotional goodbye speech? Ring any bells?”I didn’t re

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CallistaI stared at the lawyer like he’d just started speaking a language I’d never heard before. My chest heaved violently, each inhale scraping my throat like broken glass. It felt like someone had shoved a fist into my lungs and was squeezing. “So…” My voice trembled, each word fragile. “I’m the only idiot who didn’t realize my husband already divorced me?”He froze. I could see something twist in his gut…panic maybe. I didn’t care. My breathing was all wrong too fast, too shallow, like my body had forgotten how to work.“Mrs. Madden… please calm down.”“Don’t tell me to calm the hell down!” My voice cracked, sharp and wet with fury. “You walk into my hospital room and casually tell me my husband divorced me like you’re commenting on the weather!”He flinched. I tried to sit up, but the room spun and dizziness slammed into my skull. I grabbed the bed railing, gasping. “What kind of sick joke is this…?” I muttered.He stared at my chest heaving, and I knew he’d never seen a reactio

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Callista “Thief,” I spat. “You’re nothing but a goddamn thief.”Her eyes went wide, that fake calm cracking for just a second, and I laughed “Now I get it,” I murmured to myself. “You got close to me to live my life.”I let the chuckle roll off my tongue. “Enjoy your thirty seconds of triumph,” I said softly. She immediately pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed the police, claiming intruders in her precious building.I leaned back with my arms crossed. I knew I had them, every single one of them. Soon enough, the wannabe intruders would be arrested for playing their little power games.Then Daelan stepped onto the balcony. My chest seized, lungs tightening, and I watched helplessly as he kissed her. His goddamn lips on her, right in front of me. I didn’t know when a single tear had escaped. I looked down, pretending to tie my shoes while my entire world shattered in slow agony. It hurts. Fuck, it hurts so badly I can hardly breathe. But no one will see me break.

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Callista“You’re awake?”His voice slid into me like a blade wrapped in velvet. It didn’t just reach my ears; it crawled under my skin. I didn’t even breathe.He stood there, he didn’t just stand, he loomed shirtless.Only a white towel hung low on his waist, clinging just enough to make it indecent. Water still dripped from his body, sliding down his chest in slow, sinful trails. His skin gleamed under the soft light, every muscle carved like something sculpted by a damn god.No….scratch that. He was a god.A terrifying, unfairly beautiful one.My eyes betrayed me, dragging over him before I could stop them. His broad shoulders, defined chest and abs so sharp they looked like they could cut glass. And his arms…God.His arms.Veins ran along them, thick and visible, flexing slightly as he shifted the tray in his hand. They looked strong enough to break things. To hold things….FUCK….to hold me.Heat rushed through me so fast it made me sick.What the hell was wrong with me?I jerke

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Callista“What if we…?” The words barely made it out of my mouth before they tangled with my breath and died somewhere between my lips and his chest.My heart slammed hard against my ribs like it was trying to escape me. My thoughts spiraled so fast I could barely catch one. What if we did? What if I had sex with this stranger? I dragged my palm across my face, wiping away the thin sheen of sweat gathering on my skin. My fingers trembled. I felt hot. He shifted in front of me, casually, like he wasn’t unraveling me piece by piece. His muscles flexed like he knew exactly what he was doing. Is he trying to seduce me?“You were literally begging me,” he said, his voice low, almost amused. “Begging me to bury my cock in that juicy wet pussy.”My breath hitched. My stomach twisted.“No…” I whispered, but even to my own ears, it didn’t sound convincing.He stepped closer. His fingers came up to my chin, gripping it firmly, forcing my face up to his. Not painfully but not gently either.

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CallistaI can’t let a fucking psychopath distract me.That thought kept looping in my head like a broken record as I stepped out of the room, my bare feet barely making a sound against the cold marble floor. My heart was already beating too fast, like it knew something I didn’t. Or maybe I did know and I was just too scared to say it out loud.This place wasn’t normal.The hallway stretched endlessly, lined with tall walls that swallowed light instead of reflecting it. The silence was thick, it wasn't a peaceful silence. This was the kind that made your ears ring. I felt watched even when I was completely alone.“Shit…” I whispered under my breath.There were no maids, no househelps, o footsteps, no distant voices. For a mansion this big, it felt… dead.Who the hell lives like this?I turned a corner, then another, and another and that’s when it hit me.I was lost.“Great. Fucking great, Callista,” I muttered, dragging a shaky hand through my hair. “Get kidnapped and then get lost in

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CallistaI kept my breathing steady.In… out… Every step I took felt like it echoed in my own head, even though my feet barely made a sound against the ground. My toes pressed carefully against the cold stone as I slipped past the doorway, my body angled like I could somehow make myself invisible if I moved carefully enough.The air outside hit me immediately, it's cool or at least… it should have felt that way.I didn’t stop nor did I look back. I just kept moving, slowly, carefully, until I was past the entrance and standing just outside the massive gate.Up close, it looked even bigger. Taller than anything I’d ever seen, black iron stretching high into the sky like it was built to keep people out or keep someone in.A quiet creak sounded behind me.I stiffened instantly.The old woman was locking it.I didn’t turn as I listened to the slow, dragging sound of metal sliding into place. It echoed in the stillness, sharp and final…locked.Something about that sound made my stomach t

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CallistaThe first time I called my accountant, he thought I was a damn scam.Not just suspicious, he actually laughed. A dry, careful laugh like he was humoring some desperate idiot on the other end of the line.“Nice try,” he said, voice clipped. “Mrs. Madden doesn’t sound like this.”The line went dead. For a second, I just stared at the phone in my hand like it had personally betrayed me. Then it slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a dull crack.“What the fuck…?” I whispered.Then louder.“WHAT THE FUCK?!”My chest tightened so hard it felt like my ribs were closing in on my lungs. I dragged both hands through my hair, tugging at it like I could rip the frustration out of my skull. Strands fell loose around my face as I paced the room like a caged animal.That’s when it hit me.That bastard.That manipulative, controlling, psychotic bastard. “Luca…” I hissed, my voice trembling with rage. “You fucking planned this.”Why else would he take my phone? Why else would he isol

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Daelan I finally got what I’d always wanted.Six damn years.Six years of patience, fake smiles, calculated affection, swallowing disgust, bending my damn pride just to play the perfect husband. One year of cold, precise plotting layered on top of five years of pretending to love a woman I never truly respected.And now?Now she was nothing.Callista Madden finally reduced to dust in my story.A nobody.A memory I could crush under my heel.A low, ugly laugh slipped from my throat as I leaned deeper into the bathtub, warm water lapping against my chest while I swirled the wine in my glass. The scent of it felt like victory and power.“I did it…” I muttered under my breath, almost disbelieving it.I fucking did it.No more playing house. No more acting like some pathetic, obedient husband living under a woman’s shadow. No more watching every move, every word, every damn breath just to maintain the illusion.I was free.Free to do whatever the hell I wanted. Free to finally live like a

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