Substitute Bride: My Mysterious Loser Husband

Chapter 2

Word Count: 693 | Released on: 31/08/2026

ce as I burst out of the building, but it c

u just stop thr

but sweatpants and a custom Briar Hockey jacket, rushed out

iolently yanked my arm away, w

na and I... it was just physical. She threw herself at me. You know how rich girls are, they're use

ly want to come home to. You're good at taking care of me. Listen, I know you're desperate for Hannah's surgery money. If you just calm down, act li

my blood runnin

heating partner to "buy" my silence a

bought that for him. To afford it, I ate cheap instant noodles for

is strict athlete diet. I remembered kneeling on the freezing bathroom floor, massaging his bruised knees with ice packs after every brutal game while h

y I had. And in return, he thought my dignity

ered, shaking my head. "Trevor, you are truly the most di

thin silver chain around my neck. The pendant-a tiny ice hockey

struck his cheekbone with a sharp smack

pled twenty-dollar bills I had left, and threw them dir

nsider that payment for your 'services' over the last three year

ered cash. His arrogant facade cracked, r

u're so high and mighty? Look at you! Without me, you're nothing but a broke, pathe

med. A text

of the smashed anniversary cake on the floor, holding up a manicu

felt was instantly incin

, and walked away into the dark street. I didn't shed a single tear. Crying

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“"I've given you my entire body, so when are you finally going to kick Avery to the curb?" Behind the half-open door, my hockey star boyfriend of three years was pinning my vicious stepsister to the bed, his voice rough with lust: "Don't mention that depressing loser. I only want you right now." I kicked the door open, slapped the cheating scumbag as hard as I could, and dumped him on the spot. But the real torture was just beginning. My beloved nanny was dying in the hospital, and my adoptive mother held the $50,000 life-saving surgery money hostage. She viciously threw a contract in my face: "Either take your sister's place and marry that disfigured, crippled psychopath, or go plan a funeral for that old bat right now!" On the day of the wedding, my stepsister crashed City Hall with my ex, live-streaming my humiliation to the world: "Even a deformed monster doesn't want you. You're a complete joke!" But as the clock ticked down to the last second, my fiancé was still nowhere to be seen. My hope of saving my nanny was turning to ash. Just as I closed my eyes in suffocating despair, the heavy doors of City Hall swung open. Stepping out of the light was a breathtakingly handsome man with broad shoulders and an aura so powerful and dangerous it made my knees weak. His piercing, predatory gaze locked onto me, and his deep, magnetic voice dropped into the dead silence: "Sorry I'm late." I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Wait... THIS is the rumored deformed psychopath?!”