Sued

Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Ming Yue

Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

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Katherine ran speedily inside the hotel with her fist clenched. "Room 313," she mumbled to herself and sped quickly towards the room, she pushed the door open at once but she was welcomed with the thick darkness that covered the room. She felt a big palm cover her lips and she was tossed to the bed at once.

Before she could realize what was going on, a big masculine body towered over her and kissed her passionately, the taste of his lips was like that of cherry. She wanted to push the man away but the man was stronger. His seductive masculinity turned her on and left her helpless, in a jiffy, the man was groaning as he went in and out of her.

Once he was done, he dissapeared from the room, leaving Katherine helpless and weak.

Ten minutes ago, she had received a call from her bestfriend, Donna that someone was trying to hurt her in room 313 at T Hotel. Katherine was fortunately not so far from the hotel at that moment so she left what she was doing at once and ran inside the hotel speedily to save her friend. But she ended up having a night stand with a stranger. How shameful of her... She was a married woman!

She managed to get up from the bed, feeling guilty and shameful, she dressed up properly and quickly walked out of the dark room. She was however welcomed with flashes of cameras.

She blinked and was stunned to see her mother in law, Sharon taking pictures of her with her phones.

"What's going on?" She asked," why are you taking my pictures?"

"To show my son that you are just a slut. You don't deserve my son," Sharon said, looking at her disgustingly, right there, she forwarded the pictures to Richard and then walked away from her.

Katherine walked quickly after her mother in law, "I didn't come here on purpose, mother. Donna told me she's in danger that was why I rushed over here." However, Sharon turned deaf ears to her and soon got inside her car and drove off.

Katherine felt a sour pain in her heart. Why was her mother in law here? How did she know that she had come to the hotel? She picked up her phone and called Donna repeatedly but she didn't answer the call.

A couple of minutes later, she arrived at the Caldwell's villa. That was where she lives with her husband, Richard. Once she walked inside the house, she was stunned to see that her luggage had been gathered together at the living room.

What was her luggage doing here? Before she could make a meaning of what was going on, Sharon and Richard appeared. Richard had a very deep and sour look on his face.

Has her mother in law told Richard she saw her at the hotel? Was that why Richard threw her luggage here? He couldn't even wait to hear from her?

"Richard..."

"Hold it. I have been told severally that you have been secretly sleeping with men but I didn't believe until today when I was provided with evidence," Richard said, leaving Katherine shocked to the gut. Who are the people telling her husband such lies?

"I have beared with you over the years for being barren. For good six years in this marriage, you couldn't even conceive talkless of giving birth to a baby. So not only are you a useless barren chick, you are also a slut... How disgusting!" Richard said.

Richard's words were like sharp swords twisting Katherine's heart mercilessly. Her heart clenched in pain and her bones and marrows felt the excruciating pain of his words. How could the man she had loved for more than ten years say such cruel words to her? He believed what his mother said without listening to her own side of the story.

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