All Chapters of I Married the Richest Man Instead: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Seeing that I had agreed, Grayson finally showed a pleased expression. He came closer and whispered to me, "Don't worry. You're obedient, sensible, and the perfect match for my status. Only you are worthy of being my wife."Maeve comes from nothing and has a wild temper. She's only fit to be a mistress. She'll never be able to threaten your position as Mrs. Thatcher."In my past life, he had said the exact same thing. Mom had also advised me that all men were like this, especially wealthy men. Expecting them to be faithful was impossible. Dad had women on the side too, but he knew his limits and always prioritized our family.Hence, I endured it again and again. Like some traditional matriarch, I tolerated his endless parade of women, cleaned up his mess, and single-handedly built up the Thatcher family's business so that he had enough money to squander.What I got in return were countless cold, lonely nights eating reheated leftovers by myself, birthdays that were never remembered

Maeve had initially assumed I would refuse such an absurd condition. She was ready to use it as an excuse to pressure me into breaking off the engagement myself. When I agreed to plan the wedding, she thought I was desperate to marry Grayson. Her expression darkened completely.Grayson had not expected me to accept his idea so quickly either. Pleased, he gradually smiled at me. "If you'd been this understanding from the start, none of this would've happened. Don't worry. As long as you behave and don't cause trouble, the three of us can definitely make this work."I let out a cold laugh but did not respond. Three people could never make it work. I had no intention of repeating the same mistakes and dying miserably again.Grayson did not care whether I responded or not. As he walked toward me, he finally noticed the injury on my hand and looked surprised. "Your hand is hurt. Why didn't you say anything? You're bleeding so much. Does it hurt?"Before he could get any closer, Maeve im

As soon as I finished speaking, the entire venue erupted again.Those with functioning brains immediately noticed the discrepancy and began whispering amongst themselves.Grayson's expression darkened. However, he was not suspicious of Maeve. Instead, he turned on me and shouted angrily, "Fine, let other people call her a mistress. But how dare you bring it up? Don't you know exactly why I'm with her in the first place?"It's not like I never tried to love you. I wanted to hold your hand, but you pulled away and said men and women shouldn't have physical contact."I found a great movie I wanted to take you to see, but you coldly told me not to waste time on such pointless things and that I should focus on my studies instead."I gave you countless chances. You never valued any of them. You were always lecturing me. Marrying you was like marrying my mother. Suffocating and boring."Maeve is different. We can be spontaneous and just go wherever we want. She and I have a true connect

The moment Grayson's voice came through, Vivian unleashed a torrent of scolding.Watching this scene, I sighed inwardly. Before we were married in my past life, Vivian had always protected me too. I thought she was a good person who genuinely cared about me, so even though Grayson was lacking, I was willing to marry him.I even believed that marriage was about choosing the right in-laws, and that a kind mother-in-law could make anything bearable. Slowly, I discovered I was wrong. She kept telling me to 'endure', and life gradually lost all meaning.A mother-in-law would always be her son's mother above all else. In small matters, she might put on a show of supporting me, but when it came to anything important, she would always side with her son and criticize my faults."Look at what you've done to Calla!" Vivian was so distressed that she wiped away tears.Through the video call, Grayson saw my hand wrapped in bandages. His expression froze for a moment.Then, the sound of Maeve

The person in the wedding photo was… Calla?She wore a pristine white wedding dress, her smile radiant and dazzling. Her eyes and brows showed a relaxed joy that Grayson had never seen before.From her features, it was clearly the Calla he knew. Yet she also felt like a stranger.In his memory, Calla had always been cold and reserved, with an indefinable pride about her that he could never quite put into words. He had never seen Calla look so shy and feminine.At that moment, Grayson even began to doubt himself. After all these years together, had he ever truly understood her?The man standing beside her wore a bespoke suit that accentuated his tall, muscular frame. The luxury watch on his wrist gleamed coldly. Grayson recognized the groom standing next to Calla. It was Emmett Harlow, the son of the wealthiest man in the city.This elite heir, who usually only appeared in financial news, was now standing beside Calla. They stood close together, an undeniable intimacy between them