All Chapters of My Statue Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

VIVIAN POVRain didn’t just fall over the coastal road; it slammed down in violent, blinding sheets that turned the mud embankment into a collapsing slide of brown sludge. The wind roared off the water, biting through my thin jacket, but the cold didn't even register. All that mattered was the impossible thing lying at my feet.Half-buried in the fresh trench was a life-sized statue carved from smooth, dark basalt. But it wasn't a crude ancient idol. The stone bore the sharp, arresting features of a man so devastatingly handsome it stopped the breath in my chest. Even slicked with mud and rain, his jawline was sculpted with razor sharpness, his full lips perfectly set, and his high cheekbones looked as though they had been chiselled by someone obsessed with perfection. He looked less like carved rock and more like a striking man frozen in time, mid-breath.Every rational voice in my head—my supervisor who had revoked my research grant three days ago, the bank sending final notices, my

VIVIAN POV The sheer weight of his gaze pinned me to the sofa cushions, my lungs freezing in my chest as the creature stepped full into the silver moonlight streaming through my cracked windowpane.He didn't look like stone anymore. His skin was alabaster—flawless, gleaming, and radiating a soft, golden heat that pushed back the unnatural chill in the room. The silver-etched armor across his broad chest looked forged by gods, catching the light like liquid metal. But it was his face that made my pulse race in sheer terror. His jawline was so sharp, his cheekbones so dangerously high, that he looked like a mythical executioner carved from a dark, beautiful dream. And those eyes—twin pools of molten gold—were locked entirely onto mine."Who... what are you?" I choked out, scrambling backward until my head hit the back of the couch. "Get out of my apartment!"The man tilted his head slightly, a dark, dangerous curl of a smile touching his full lips. He didn't answer. Instead, he took a

VIVIAN POVThe shadow in the doorway didn’t step into the room; it dissolved like ink spilling into water.One second, the man with the glowing blue eyes was standing over the shattered threshold with his obsidian blade raised, and the next, the doorway was empty. The heavy, pressurized air that had filled the hallway snapped back to normal with a sickening pop, leaving only the sound of rain tapping against the glass and my own frantic, ragged gasps."Where did he go?" I choked out, backing away from the entryway until my heels hit the legs of my wooden sewing desk. "Stan, where is he?!"Stan didn't answer right away. He stood perfectly still in the middle of my cramped living room, his broad shoulders squared, his head tilted toward the ceiling. The faint golden light running beneath his alabaster skin flickered erratically, like a candle caught in a draft."He was an echo," Stan rasped, his low voice vibrating straight through the floorboards. He turned his head slowly, his molten-

VIVIAN POVThe paper trembled in Vivian’s hands, the stark black ink on the official document blurring behind a hot veil of tears.Signed by her mother.The signature was undeniable—the elegant, slanting cursive of the woman who had promised to guard her sketches when Vivian left town for her first design showcase. Leo hadn’t just tricked her; he had bought off the one person Vivian had spent her whole life trying to make proud."Vivian."Stan’s voice was a low rumble, but it cracked through the static roaring in her ears. He dropped to one knee right there on the restaurant floor, completely unbothered by the stares of the lingering diners or the whisperings of the restaurant manager hovering nervously near the kitchen doors.His massive hand hovered over hers, careful not to touch her until she looked up. When her eyes finally met his, she saw a terrifying depth in his gaze—a dark, fathomless ocean of sorrow that mirrored her own."We need to leave," she whispered, her voice choking

VIVIAN POVThe heavy wood of the door groaned as another sharp, metallic thud rattled the frame.Vivian’s breath hitched in her throat, her fingers locking onto the sleeve of Stan’s newly tailored jacket. The charcoal wool felt soft beneath her trembling hand, but the arm underneath it was as solid as iron."Vivian, stand behind me," Stan commanded softly, his voice dropping into a deadly, low register. The violet light along his neck flickered beneath his collar, pulsing with a wild, unpredictable rhythm as his jaw clenched tight."Wait," Vivian whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She leaned back toward the peephole, her mind racing. "That voice... that wasn't about Aethelgard.""Commander Vance—" the voice barked again from the hallway, loud enough to ring off the narrow concrete walls outside. "We know you're in there, and we know Vivian is hiding behind you. Open this door before we kick it off the hinges!"Vivian took a step back, her eyes widenin