Substitute Bride: My Mysterious Loser Husband

Chapter 3

Word Count: 730 | Released on: 31/08/2026

aptop all night, the bl

tutoring, barista gigs... the pay was a drop in the ocean comp

even radical clinical trials. Nothing worked

window, but I felt no warmth

ck on my door shattere

stood there. He looked slightly disheveled, holdin

remorseful. He

nightmare in the morning. She doesn't even know how to use a coffee machine, and she complained

"Here. I bought you flowers. Now st

y paralyzed by the shee

to erase his betrayal. He expected me to just tie on an apron and cook

hit me. I snatched th

d come around-" h

mped the ruined flowers directly

ead and hollow. "Keep the trash. Now get o

shed. His face flus

nd give you a way out! You have zero money, Avery! That old nanny of yours is probably taking her last breath ri

er beg you for a single cent,"

him out into the hallway, and slammed th

w times, shouting curses, b

ge didn't solve my nightmare. The c

icked up my phone and dialed the o

e. My adopt

Finally, she answered. The sound of clinking tea

th extreme impatience. "Make it quick. I

failure is terminal. The hospital needs fifty thousand dollars by tomorrow f

lling silen

oft, elegant laugh that

cheap pair of shoes. "Avery, I just spent twice that amount on a cu

st the Pierce Group's charitable image. We paid for your tuition. That is where our 'gen

tears of pure desperation finally

you. Remember your place, Avery. You are a stray dog we

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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?!”