Semua Bab So, I Married Someone Else: Bab 1 - Bab 8

Lydia frowned as if I were the one making trouble. "Trevor is only doing this for our sake. Stop being so difficult." Then, she had the gall to speak as if she were doing me a favor, "Fine. I'll invite a few friends over. We can call it a small celebration for getting married." I would be stuck in the kitchen for hours whenever she invited her so-called friends over. I cooked, served, cleaned, and smiled while they treated me like some servant. I had played the unpaid live-in maid for five years. And now, I had had enough. I said clearly, "No, I won't sign that contract. This is my home, so please leave." Lydia's lips curved into a mocking smile. "Owen, do you think you can start bossing me around just because we got married? "Trevor and I grew up together. I'm not going to abandon him even though I'm married to you." How could she say something so shameless and make it sound perfectly reasonable? Now that the rose-tinted glasses were off, I found her utterly repugn

My expression went cold. I held out my bandaged hand. "Give it back." Trevor looked right at me, smiled, and tossed the certificate to one of Lydia's friends. He did it on purpose. He wanted everyone to see it. I stepped forward to take it back, but they immediately turned it into a game. One person tossed it to another, and then another. They laughed as I reached for it, passing it around as if I were the joke. Finally, the certificate landed in Lydia's hands. She looked smug. "You left it out in the open. Isn't this what you wanted?" Then, she opened it without permission. "Fine. Everyone can see it for themselves." She glanced at the first page before lifting it in front of me. Inside was a photo of my childhood friend and me, stamped with an official seal. Oddly enough, we looked like we belonged together. However, this was not the time to stare at the photo. I snatched the certificate back and shoved it into my pocket. Whatever that page meant could wait.

As Celeste spoke, she planted one foot firmly on Lydia's back. Lydia let out a muffled cry before groaning in pain. Celeste's smile disappeared. "Bitch, don't start whining now. Where was all this fear when you were bullying my husband?" Lydia knew exactly what kind of person Celeste was; she only forgot because I contacted Celeste less after we started dating. Celeste had also stepped back from my life out of respect for my relationship with Lydia. Due to us being decent people with morals, Lydia eventually forgot one key detail—I wasn't alone because there was always someone who had my back. Lydia still had the nerve to argue. "Owen is my husband. We already signed the papers." Before she could say another word, Celeste took the marriage certificate from her pocket. Then, she held it up and opened it right in front of Lydia, revealing the stamped seal and our signatures. Celeste's voice turned cold. "Look carefully, Lydia. Owen is my husband. I gave you the chance to ch

I replied, "That works." Celeste's eyes widened. She stared at me like I had personally betrayed her as she exclaimed, utterly aghast, "That works? Owen, you've changed!" She pointed at me, looking wounded. "You're so eager to be some rich woman's trophy husband that you're actually happy that your poor wife has to take over the family business and give up her freedom?" I smiled blandly and patted her shoulder. "Celeste, work hard. I wasn't born with a silver spoon, so at least let my son be born into money." The word "son" seemed to flip a switch in her head. She suddenly buried herself in my arms, her ears turning red. "Then, what are we waiting for? Let's start working to actually put a bun in the oven." ... I saw Lydia again a month later. Honestly, I didn't expect to run into her at all. She found me at work and begged me for a chance to talk. She had become almost unrecognizable in just one month. She used to carry herself like a confident business owner. She