All Chapters of My Bride Secretly Married Someone Else First: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Wendy paused at my words. Then, she walked over to my side and put her hand on my shoulder."Honey, a marriage certificate is just a piece of paper. You're the only person I want to spend my life with," she said. She picked up the guest list from the table and flipped through a couple of pages, deliberately changing the subject. "So many people are coming to the wedding! I love a big celebration!"As soon as she was done speaking, her phone suddenly rang. When she saw who was calling her, she immediately got up and stepped outside to take the call.Wendy, I'd had enough.…The next morning, Wendy sat at the breakfast table as usual. While scrolling through her phone, she instructed me, "Oh, honey, let's seat Shiloh next to my brother. He doesn't really know any of the other relatives."Before leaving, she turned back and reminded me again, "We're going back to my family home tonight. We need to tell my dad when we're getting married.""I'm not going," I refused.She froze at

"The training camp starts at 8:00 am tomorrow. Can you make it?" Thomas Lind asked.I gripped my old pocket watch tightly as I replied, "Yes."…Upon returning to the marital home, as soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a strong smell of red wine. It was the wine I had specially asked someone to bring back from abroad for the wedding banquet.Miles was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through photos of seaside vacation rentals on his phone and showing them to Shiloh.Lyra sat cross-legged by the coffee table, eating snacks. When she saw me walk in, she casually tossed a fruit at me. She ordered, "Morgan, you're finally back! We're short on glasses. Bring us two more from the kitchen."Every time they came over to hang out at my place, I was the one running around taking care of everything. But this time, I did nothing.Lucas froze for a moment, not daring to say a word, before deciding to head to the kitchen to get the glasses.The others continued talking excitedly. Ha

I sent the screenshots I had saved of Wendy and Shiloh's post about getting their marriage certificate to the group chat, then added, "It's true. There's no need to ask."Miles immediately called, but I simply hung up. Just a minute after I hung up, an unknown number called me. The moment the call was connected, I heard Wendy's hysterical sobs. "Morgan, are you insane? You posted the screenshots in the group chat! How am I supposed to face everyone now? Will you only stop when my reputation is ruined?"I leaned back in my chair, my tone perfectly calm. "You ruined your reputation when you and Shiloh registered your marriage, not when I posted these screenshots."Wendy was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe, but she soon softened her tone. "Where are you now? Send me the address of the intensive course venue. After I finish the trip with Shiloh, I'll come find you. We can sit down and talk things through."I closed my eyes. Even after things had come to this, she still wante

Snow drifted through the air, biting cold against my skin. I had just pulled up the hood of my jacket when someone called my name. The voice was very familiar. It belonged to none other than Wendy.I stopped in my tracks but didn't turn around. She jogged around to stand in front of me. She was wearing a very old brown coat, with a thin layer of snow dusting her hair and shoulders. Her cheeks were red from the cold.She had lost a noticeable amount of weight, her eyes looking sunken and hollow. "I've sent you so many messages, but they never went through."She clutched the strap of her bag, her fingertips purple from the cold. Her voice trembled as she said, "I saw the exhibition announcement on the committee's website, so I came here to wait for you. I've been waiting since 2:00 pm."I gave a curt hum, my voice devoid of emotion. Then I asked indifferently, "How can I help you?"She bit her lip and stayed silent for a long time before finally explaining haltingly. Shiloh had

The audience erupted in applause, and many of the veterans I had admired for years nodded to me in acknowledgment.As soon as I stepped off the stage, the head of the competition committee came over and handed me an employment contract with a gold-embossed cover. It was a long-term offer to serve as a permanent judge for the National Home Design Competition, complete with operational resources for my own studio.After reading the contract's key terms, I signed my name without hesitation. In the past, I wouldn't even have dared to dream of an opportunity like this.Back then, my mind was preoccupied with saving for a down payment on our marital home and working around Wendy's business hours. I had turned down three major industry networking opportunities just to accommodate her. Now, I no longer had to derail my plans for anyone.Once I had finished all the final tasks, I took a five-hour high-speed train and then a bus back to my hometown. The manor Grandpa had left me was spot