Married To A Mystery Novels & Stories

“Becau—because the girl is married. The mystery girl you set your eyes on at the party— she’s married… to your brother, the alpha.” I pause, my mouth dropping to the ground.

Carl asked still not interested It is about your wife, Floral What is wrong with her? Carl asked alerted Nothing is wrong with her, but I discovered that she is married, the detective said What do you mean she is married, of course I am still legally married to her? Carl said You do not understand me Mr. Mason, what I am saying is that she was married to someone else before you How is this possible? Carl asked “Well, she got married to her high school sweetheart two years back, he is an artist, they are still married and they still see each other, I could mail their wedding picture to you, it was a secret wedding, her parents are not even aware of this the detective revealed

His mind is full of questions and I am not sure he is going to like the answers I have to give him. “Lucas, it is hard for me to explain… they…” how can I explain to Lucas that I am married now? I don’t want to tell him and yet I cannot hide something like this from him. He needs to know. I take a deep breath before I confess the truth to Lucas. “Those women were my sister and mother-in-law.” “What?! What do you mean by your mother-in-law? You got married?... Is this some kind of sick joke?” Lucas asks astonished and angry. “You must be joking! How could you do this?!”

"If that's the case, then why did you, a friend, hear the news before me, her husband? Were you two together last night?" His face froze for a moment, panic flashing across his eyes before he quickly masked it with righteous fury. "How can you think about something like that at a time like this? Clara is your wife! Have you no heart? Aren't you supposed to be a doctor?" His raised voice drew the attention of other doctors and nurses, who began gathering by my office door. A young nurse approached me, her voice low but urgent. "Dr. Kingsley, the patient in the operating room does share your wife's name. Maybe you should check on her just in case."

Just the distant hum of morning outside the estate’s walls. She slid her legs over the edge of the bed, her feet touching the cool marble floor. A silk robe hung neatly on a nearby chair. She slipped into it as the weight of memory slowly pressed down on her shoulders. “Married. I’m actually married.” She unbelievably reminds herself. The memory of yesterday’s event lingers in her mind, heavy and unresolved. No matter how many times she turns over her husband's explanation about the proxy dog at their wedding, it just doesn’t sit right with her—she simply can’t bring herself to accept it.

Mom suggested. “Think about it Dominic, this is the perfect time so you don’t lose a woman as valuable as Vivian.” Mom pressed further and I heaved a sigh, frustrated that she wouldn’t let it go. Massaging my temples and still bothered about how I was still unable to pinpoint who the mystery doctor was, I tried to keep my thoughts together but it just wasn’t working. “Don’t think too much about it Dom,” Vivian whispered softly as she placed a hand on my shoulder and began to massage it gently,

Mystery? Then for sure, he doesn’t have any idea that what he is like. He brings that sensation in me which came to a person when they are about to unwrap their present. But yes I know very well that now he is no more mystery to me because now he's an excitement to me. Excitement to feed my curiosity about him. "Mrs. Malhotra now would you like to step outside and give me the pleasure of spending this beautiful moment in a beautiful surrounding with my beautiful wife." Familiar voice dropped inside my ear and I found that we've already reached our destination and Rehan is standing near the car's door.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Her brows knit together. “Alright.” I stared at my hands. “Remember a few months ago…when I told you about the man who came into the café? The one who offered to help with your treatments?” She nodded slowly. “The one you said was…dangerous.” A small, sad laugh slipped out of me. “Yes. Him.” I lifted my eyes to hers, feeling everything inside me crack wide open. “It was Luca, my husband.” She didn’t look surprised. Not really. Just sad, in that quiet way only mothers could be.

In the rearview mirror, I watched her drop to the ground, covering her face as sobs racked her shoulders. That was the last time I ever spoke to her in person. Our final meeting came at my wedding. We kept it small. A quiet chapel, just close friends and family. Megan and I were exchanging rings, and I noticed movement near the entrance, so I glanced over. It was Mia. Our eyes met for a heartbeat. She looked startled, then quickly turned away and disappeared down the hallway. We never saw each other again after that. Everything I heard about her after that came through mutual friends from back in the day.

She leaves quickly, locking the door behind her. Matteo and Luca arguing about secrets. The bomb that would have killed us both. My father’s mysterious murder. The nightmares that won’t stop. Pieces of a puzzle I can’t quite see. I lie back on the bed, stare at the ceiling, and try to make sense of it all. Somewhere above me, in the beautiful prison that’s become my home, Luca is doing the same thing. Two people trapped in a marriage neither wanted, both targets of an enemy neither can see.