Substitute Bride: My Mysterious Loser Husband

Chapter 9

Word Count: 792 | Released on: 31/08/2026

d so hard she had to bend over, tears

he air out of the room, leaving a va

I hadn't ordered anything. I ba

is priceless!" she gasped between laughs. "Getting married and getting cheap takeout? Is thi

of pity and contempt. He looked at m

e. He hesitantly held out a large, greasy pizza box. "Ms.

This had to b

said, shaking my head, my face

e receipt taped to the box. "For Avery Hayes at

't know anyon

tell me you have a secret admirer on the side, Avery. Getting married to o

the delivery guy, ignoring her. "I'

realizing he had wa

ritative. "Sir, Ma'am," she said, pointing a pen at Trevor and Sienna. "If you are not here on o

olling her eyes,

ely wouldn't take the pizza, gave

suffocating silence retu

my shoulder in a gesture of mock

aybe this 'Mr. K' is more reliable than your psycho fiancé. He could be

. "Honey, let's go. I'm hungry. Let's get some Michelin-star food. The

making sure I hear

full of conflict and regret, before Sie

ng flies in my life

ze I'd been holding, but the weig

sked Dolores, my voice hoarse and tremblin

ointment is only valid until noon, dear. If he's not h

that. It meant Hannah's surgery would

ht. A cold, primal fear gri

ing uncontrollably, about to call Fion

again. It was Sien

s, triumphant sm

r phone out for me to see. It was her

dejected. The caption read: At City Hall to witness a wedding for the ages. Too bad the psychotic gro

mmates, all laughing at my misery. "LMAO, even the disfigured freak didn't want her!" "Imagine getting du

he blood in my veins t

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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?!”