Substitute Bride: My Mysterious Loser Husband

Chapter 8

Word Count: 760 | Released on: 31/08/2026

on I wanted to see less than anyone else in the world

nt complet

into the room like she owned the building. Trailing behind her, ca

to the floor. Guilt, shame, and a sickeni

. She clung to his muscular arm and sashayed right up to

with malicious glee. "I just had to come and witnes

here," I said, my

t. "Oh, don't be like that! Look, Trevor and I both came to suppor

h fake confusion. "But where's the groom? Don't

ooking uncomfortable. "Sienna,

st concerned for my sister. Marrying into the bi

y gave up on. I mean, he's probably struggling to drag his deformed leg up the stairs, right? You two are a

nna a severe, disapproving g

o tight fists. My nails dug so hard into

her the satisfac

ly, and sent another desperate text to Fiona:

thing that matte

ient. The money will be wired to the hospital the

piked into s

mors were true and he had completely lost his mind

y panic, because Sienna's smile grew wi

spered, leaning close so only I could smell her expensive perfume. "You'll never win

at this was supposed to be her life, her deal, an

e, the anger in my chest

it in. I

ng minutes passed.

ho loser really isn't coming," she said with a dismissive shrug, checki

's go, Trevor. I'm done watching

of his eyes. "Avery," he started, his voice a sickening mix of arrogance and p

g or not?!" Sienna snapped,

thetic display of a man, I felt

office door s

head turned

oked his head in, looking completely out of place. "Uh,

went de

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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?!”