Substitute Bride: My Mysterious Loser Husband

Chapter 7

Word Count: 647 | Released on: 31/08/2026

I pulled on a clean, faded t-shirt and jeans,

The slow, lumbering vehicle felt like

ed people on the sidewalks, laughing, holding coffees, rushing to their own bright lives. Meanwh

m words of encouragement from family. Just a single,

as probably enjoying a cozy, luxurious breakfast with Trev

al lamb, walking comple

d looked up at the imposing, brutalist

e and new beginnings. For me, it wa

fice on the second floor, follo

th tired but kind eyes and a nameplate t

ave her my name a

anced up at me, taking in my cheap clothes and pale face, wi

he said softly. "The oth

e wall clock was deafening in the silence. Each

y looked like behind the monstrous rumors, not his personality. All I knew was tha

hone and texted

lling: Good. Remember what yo

, pushing down the humiliat

through the architectural sketches and complex structural

The only pure lig

ails into my palm. Get the money. Save Hannah. When she's bet

his sham of a mar

on. Nine o'cloc

ght didn

he clock to me, her e

ach. He was late for his own contractual m

my head. A loser. A joke. A def

t more importantly, if he didn't show up... Fi

ion. I stood up and walked to the

was kissing, their friends cheering loudly

ung with u

ice door swung ope

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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?!”