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

Chapter 6

Word Count: 771 | Released on: 22/06/2026

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without a word, her face an impassive mask. She carried a silver tray. On it sat a crystal gob

d, her voice devoid of all emotion. "The draught will help His Grace's bod

smallest mercy. Seraphina felt a hot flush of shame creep up

istress Kettl

as she unrolled the scroll. It was a detailed anatomical chart of the male body, with specific points

morizing every line, every instruction. This was not abou

feverish skin. Taking a deep breath to steady the frantic beating of her heart, she

oil lamp turned down low. The air sm

his face were softened. He was brutally handsome, she realized with a strange sense of detachm

s her h

goblet heavy in her hand. This was the final thres

k, Lady Philippa's contemptuous gaze. They thought they had broken her, trappe

olve ha

she tilted the goblet, letting the viscous liquid trickle into his mouth. She

change. A faint flush appeared on his pale skin. His

ght was

took one last, shuddering b

e experience was a blur of shame and physical discomfort. His body was unresponsive, a dead w

r nails digging into the fine linen of the bedsheet

f his hand twitch against the mattress. A tiny, spasmodic movement. She

as o

psed onto the rug, curling into a tight ball, her body shaking with

ided, leaving behind a hollow empti

s exactly as he had been, his expressio

to his chin, smoothing the sheets, eras

close to his ear, and wh

gave me a name and a home. I will g

agged her exhausted body back to her ow

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

Er Ye History

“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.”