All Chapters of Your Honor, I Was Never His Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1Alyssa’s PovThat morning, I could barely remember the last time I felt this grateful. As I opened my eyes and looked around the room I had shared with Nathaniel, I smiled even before I moved from the bed.Today was not just another day. It was our seventh wedding anniversary. A small smile formed on my lips as I sat up slowly, letting myself feel the importance of the day. I glanced at the empty space beside me on the bed and remembered that Nathaniel had already left for work. He had woken up earlier than usual because of an important meeting with the board of directors. Before leaving, he had kissed my forehead and whispered that he would see me later. I pretended to still be asleep, but I had been awake the entire time. Today, I wanted to surprise him. I wanted him to come home and remember how much we had built together. The dinner reservation was already arranged.I had personally chosen the restaurant because it was one of the places we visited during our first y

Chapter 3Alyssa’s POVMy fingers trembled as I held onto the edge of the wall, trying to keep myself standing.The tears that filled my eyes made everything in front of me blurry, but I forced myself to keep looking because some part of me still believed I had misunderstood what I was seeing.I had stepped back into the shadows of the restaurant lobby without anyone noticing me. I’d moved farther away, hiding behind a large decorative wall near the entrance, in a desperate need for a moment to understand what was happening.My hand covered my mouth. I was afraid that if I removed it, a sound would escape. That I would cry. And if I did, everyone in that room would get to know that I was there. That I had walked in carrying gifts for a man who was celebrating with another woman.I pressed my lips together tightly as tears slipped down my cheeks.My mind struggled to accept what my eyes were showing me.Nathaniel stood at the front of the room, surrounded by people who had been part

Chapter 5Alyssa's Pov Staring at the ring on my ring finger, I wondered why I'd acted that way; slipping it back on like a submissive wife and saying that I understood. And letting Nathaniel off the hook so easily. How easily he slept and snored, as if we were right back to the way things used to be. As if my best friend wasn't pregnant with his child. As if he hadn't just replaced me. It hurt like hell, and sleep completely eluded me.Wiping my tears, I did it methodically, as if I were scrubbing away every happy memory I'd shared with a best friend who hadn't hesitated to stab me in the back. To be honest, I didn't even know how to move forward. But I was Alyssa Marlowe, and if there was one thing I was good at, it was picking myself back up after taking a hit.This one cut deep, but crying over a loss, over a man who betrayed me without a second thought, was a lost cause.Leaning over his sleeping face, I pressed a brief kiss to Nathaniel’s forehead, pulled back the covers, and

Chapter 7Alyssa's Pov "Godmother.""Alyssa, my dear, how are you this morning?""Godmother," I sighed, wanting so badly to tell her everything. "Godmother, I'm not okay." My voice was already giving me away, and I dragged a shaky breath into my lungs."What is it, my dear? What's bothering my little angel?"The sound of footsteps in the hallway leading to the bedroom alerted me before I could say another word. "Nothing. I'm just overwhelmed, Godmother. That's all."My eyes stayed on the doorway. Despite the bright morning sunlight streaming through the windows, I could still see the shadow of Nathaniel's feet cast beneath the gap under the door.Was he standing there eavesdropping on me?"Oh dear," Godmother Eleanor sighed, her warm voice sounding genuinely saddened even without knowing what was wrong.Godmother was the only person I had left to lean on, now that my entire world was collapsing right in front of my eyes.Nathaniel’s shadow slowly shifted and receded as Godmother cont

Chapter 9 Alyssa's Pov Godmother went to get me tea, and it suddenly felt stupid of me to be blubbering over a man and a situation that didn't deserve a single one of my tears. When I saw Godmother approaching, I dabbed my face clean of every trace of crying and tried to bury my bitter emotions. Despite being in her mid-sixties, Godmother was remarkably energetic whenever I visited. She always preferred sitting out here in her garden, watching the pink and black birds whistling while we drank tea. She imported the leaves directly from Mexico. It tasted herbal and earthy, with a soothing flavor that was deeply calming. It was exactly what I needed right now, so when she offered me the cup, I took a sip immediately, almost before she even let go of the handle. "Easy, dear," she said softly, taking her seat across from me. The warm liquid glided down my throat. Godmother always let it sit for minutes to cool slightly, and she always added a tiny spoonful of honey for me, claimi