All Chapters of My Trash Husband Is the Grand Chancellor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

When the man woke up, he stared at me with the blank, bewildered eyes of a newborn.I slammed my butcher's knife down on the table, still dripping with blood."You're awake. Good. From this day forward, you're my husband."I pointed at myself, then at him."I'm Yvonne Smith. You're Walt. Got it?"He glanced at the knife. Then he looked at me, taking in every inch of my broad, solid frame. He gave a small, obedient nod."Got it."I was practically beaming inside. I'd hit the jackpot this time.Everyone in Butcher's Alley knew who I was. I was strong enough to uproot a tree with one hand, and I'd scared off every matchmaker in the neighborhood. And now I finally had a handsome husband to call my own. That alone was enough to make old geezer next door choke on his own words.The day Walt was well enough to be on his feet, I decided he wasn't going to sit around doing nothing."Walt, come here. Hold this pig down for me."I handed him a smaller knife and pointed to the pig strap

When I woke up the next morning, Walt had already reorganized the entire account book.He'd even written up the shop sign I'd been putting off.My old sign was an embarrassment. I'd drawn a pig's head, scrawled the word "meat" underneath, and called it done. It looked like a child had made it.Walt took a sheet of paper and wrote "Good Honest Meat."Below that, in smaller script, he added a line, "These pigs lived without a care in the world, raised on fresh spring water, their meat tender and full of flavor."I scratched my head. "Walt, when exactly did our pigs ever drink spring water?"He kept a straight face. "It's called branding, Yvonne. Presentation matters in business."He had another idea too. Buy a pound of prime cuts, get a set of pig intestines free. Nobody wanted pig intestines. I'd been tossing them out with the slop for years.But Walt had me wash them clean and braise them low and slow with herbs until the smell drifted halfway across town.That morning, the sh

The room went completely silent.The commander, Hayden Lewis, remained on the floor. His whole body was shaking, sweat dripping off him in steady drops."My lord..."Jeremy sat on the bed, straightening his cuffs like nothing in the world was happening."Commander Lewis, were you planning to tear down this entire alley getting here?"His voice was quiet, and that somehow made it worse. It was the kind of quiet that got into one's bones.I pressed myself into the corner of the room and wished I could disappear through the wall.Jeremy turned his head and looked at me."Yvonne. Come here."I shook my head frantically, my back flat against the wall. My knife was right there by my foot, but I didn't dare touch it."M-my lord, I swear my hands just slipped. I wasn't trying to undress you. I'll get out of your way right now. Right this second."Jeremy narrowed his eyes like he was about to say something.Then Hayden spoke up. "My lord, urgent news from the capital. The remaining

In the private dining room upstairs, Jeremy sat in dark-colored attire, idly turning a signet ring between his fingers.He looked at the table full of food and had no appetite for any of it.It had been two months, and he'd turned over nearly every county in the surrounding area looking for Yvonne.That heartless woman had vanished completely, like she'd never existed."My lord, try the pot roast. It's the house specialty."His attendant carefully cut a piece and set it on his plate.Jeremy picked it up without much interest and put it in his mouth.He went completely still.That familiar smell. That particular blend of herbs and seasoning, even the rough way the meat had been carved, was all unmistakably familiar.He'd eaten this dish every week for six months in Butcher's Alley. The taste had buried itself somewhere deep in his memory and never left.Jeremy set his cutlery down slowly, and a cold smile spread on his lips."Found her."-Down in the kitchen, the owner cam

The longer I stayed, the more Ironspire Estate felt like a gilded cage.I was a wild sparrow who'd never been kept indoors. The place was suffocating me.Jeremy had apparently decided to turn me into a proper lady. He brought in a senior attendant from the palace to teach me etiquette."My lady, walk softly. Each step should be light and graceful."She hovered beside me with a thin rod, watching my every move.I walked like a duck. I swung my hips so hard I thought I'd throw out my back."My lady, a proper smile doesn't show the teeth."Every time I smiled, I showed every tooth in my mouth. The attendant shook her head over and over.Then one day, I hit my limit.I ripped the heavy crystal accessory off my head and threw it on the floor."I'm done! I was born a butcher! What am I doing pretending to be something I'm not!"Jeremy came at the sound of it, his expression dark."You're the grand chancellor's wife. You represent this household's standing.""Then take your stand