Jilted Bride: Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Comatose Uncle

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1097 | Released on: 22/06/2026

Isolde shattered

cover her nearly naked body with her hands, a gesture

er behind him. His first instinct was not shame, bu

ne?" he roare

f the servants, the horrified expressions of a few early-arriving wedding guests who had been drawn by the alarm. This

his face a thundercloud. Behind him, his wife, Lady Philippa, looked aghast. Her eyes took in the s

and venomous, la

ly?" Lady Philippa's voice was like shatt

ching. Her own voice was quiet, yet

their own syllabus. Does it teach a groom to receive his bride's sister in his privat

Lady Philippa's face. The woman's mouth op

ks like! Isolde... she was feeling unwell. I was just... comforti

her shoulders shaking pitifully. "I felt so dizzy," she whimpered, clu

intly sympathetic, which so

or smelling salts. But I suppose among the Beaumonts, a gentleman's

w of the guests couldn't suppress snorts of derisiv

rd. Her eyes, cold and sharp as shards of obsi

hood drawn low and one hand pressed to her belly. Lark, who had a cousin among the shop boys, had later

nversational, yet it c

rhaps we should send for a physician.

om her face, leaving it a sickly, chalky white. Her hand flew insti

e stared at Seraphina, utterly blin

e spoke again. "Careful, Isolde. A guilty h

. The pieces clicked into place. The truth hit her with the force of a physical bl

been secretly visiting an apothecary in the village.

amien's composure finally shattered. The spoiled, c

ng. "Yes! Isolde is pregnant, and the child is mi

om. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The scandal w

ar of pure fury, he strode forward and struck his son across

ess fool!"

t the dominant emotion was a deep, festering resentment toward the calm young woman who had orchestrated this disas

nd weariness settled over Seraphina. Her p

sire to watch

rs. No one noticed her go. All eyes were fixed on the screa

arranged for her wedding now seeming to mock her. The sile

and left them on the cold marble floor. The stone was shockingly cold against

s, trying to contain the damage, to placate the guests.

raphina. She will not si

manor, her bare feet making no sound. She was heading for the one place she kn

mily c

is public humiliation

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Jilted Bride: Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Comatose Uncle

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“On my wedding day, I arrived at Ironwood expecting to become Damien Beaumont's wife. Instead, I found him in bed with my stepsister. She was wearing the bridal silk meant for me. He was kissing her like I was already nothing. "Must you really marry her?" Isolde purred. Damien laughed. He said he only needed me for a few months-just long enough to secure his dead uncle's inheritance. Then he would annul the marriage, brand me barren or mad, and marry Isolde instead. The best part? She was already pregnant with his child. They thought I would cry. They thought I would run home in disgrace. They thought a country-bred Hayes girl would quietly swallow the ruin they had made of her. They were wrong. I set the bridal suite on fire. By the time the servants and guests rushed in, Damien and Isolde were half-dressed, exposed, and surrounded by witnesses. Yet his family still tried to blame me. Poor upbringing. Too wild. Too vulgar. Not worthy of the Beaumont name. So I gave them a new scandal. I put on a black mourning dress, walked into the family chapel, and married Damien's supposedly dead uncle, Duke Alistair Beaumont. A war hero. A legend. A man declared dead before I ever met him. By a loophole in the marriage contract, I became his Duchess. Damien became my nephew. His mother became my sister-in-law. And everyone who looked down on me was suddenly forced to bow. But then my "dead" husband was brought back to Ironwood alive-breathing, silent, and trapped in a cursed, deathlike sleep. The Beaumont matriarch made me a ruthless offer: Give Alistair an heir, and I would have land, wealth, power, and protection no one could take from me. I accepted. Now I rule the estate that tried to bury me. My enemies are watching for one mistake. My comatose husband may not be as unaware as everyone believes. And if Damien thought betraying me was the end of my story, he should have listened more carefully when I said my vows. Because I did not marry a corpse. I married a Duke. And when he wakes, this entire house will learn what it means to cross his Duchess.”