Jilted Bride: Marrying My Ex's Comatose Uncle

Chapter 7

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ess like rest than surrender. Her body and min

ed the darkness. A sensation. The ghost of a touch, impossi

was pitch black, silent save for her

sted mind. She rolled over, pulling the blan

r her bed, a shado

his leaden limbs to move. To drag himself from his bed, through the unlocked co

of tears. In sleep, the iron mask of her composure had fallen away

rced upon him. The woman who had b

meant to look, but an irresistible impulse made him brush

pulling him under. His body, acting on some primal instinct, carried

e floor when Seraphina finally awoke. She felt

t bath and laid out a fresh set of clothes. Their eyes, when they looked at her, were filled with a mixture of

othe her aching muscles. The physical pain was a dull thro

uite was slightly ajar. She was sure she had closed it last ni

quiet efficiency of a ghost, had entered to collect the previous night's linens. Her eyes, shar

ely from the others, and left the room. A few minutes later, she stood before Princess Victoria i

Good," she said, her voice low. "The girl has done her duty. See that she is treated with the

lor of life and defiance. She would not hide in mourning clothes. She had paid a pr

was fastening a si

the morning room. Lady Philippa... she was asking why the new Duchess was

Seraphina's lips. The firs

iece of jewelry she owned: a diamond hair comb that had been part of h

r, the diamonds catching the m

debt. And starting today, she

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Jilted Bride: Marrying My Ex's Comatose Uncle

Er Ye History

“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.”