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Jilted Bride: Marrying My Ex's Comatose Uncle

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1097    |    Released on: Today at 22:28

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's Comatose Uncle
Jilted Bride: Marrying My Ex's Comatose Uncle
“On my wedding day, my carriage was delayed by a funeral procession for the legendary war hero, Duke Alistair Beaumont. When I finally arrived at the grand estate, I was coldly dismissed to the bridal suite, only to find my fiancé, Damien, tangled in the sheets with my stepsister, Isolde. "Must you really marry her?" she purred. Damien laughed, promising to annul our marriage once he secured his dead uncle's inheritance. He boasted that he would throw me away and marry Isolde, who was already pregnant with his child. When I set the room on fire to expose their scandalous affair to the entire manor, Damien's mother didn't punish them. Instead, she glared at me, blaming my "poor upbringing" for driving her son into another woman's arms. They expected me to swallow the humiliation, cancel the wedding, and quietly accept my ruined reputation. I had fought my way out of an abusive home only to be thrown into a gilded cage with prettier wolves. Why should I be the sacrificial lamb for their disgusting affair? Why should I let them steal my dignity? I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I put on a black mourning dress, walked straight into the family chapel, and married Duke Alistair's memorial plaque. By exploiting a loophole in the marriage contract, I became the Dowager Duchess-their superior. And when my "dead" husband was suddenly brought back breathing but comatose, I made a ruthless deal with the matriarch. I would bear his heir, take over the estate, and make everyone who humiliated me kneel.”