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Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Disabled Husband

Author: rabb

Chapter 1

Word Count: 830 | Released on: 23/09/2026

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ely dislocated, and the paramedics are still trying to stabilize her. I have to

cold blue light cutting through the dim, damp corri

s did no

orthwest hammered against the stained glass windows

e y

ncient Latin manuscripts and sacred protective sigils to keep Chalmers

in a lace gown that smelled faintly of cedar and rain, all for his childhood friend wh

ors of the sanct

his weathered face tight with an agon

where the organist had already paused the processional hymn mid-chord. "The guests are grow

coming,

devoid of the tears

ed into place-the quiet, impenetrable barrier of my Mind San

ding is

hrough the open archwa

lating gazes of fifty townspe

ted a sp

rl from the parish home break down and beg

b anchoring the cathedral-length lace veil to my h

oss the floor like

p directly into the muddy rainwater

heels, the hem of my silk gown sweeping past the p

red stone portico hit my

zed violentl

flashed acro

sed the phone to my ear, r

Jillian, please do

peaker, breathless, honeyed, and

o unbearable... every time the doctor touches it, I can only calm down if Chal

s's voice filtered through

over here! Edla, stop talki

at had promised to ch

t, but my pulse remained steady, tic

razor-sharp. "You two deserve each other. May

ught in Edla's

efore she could fi

ir numbers from my phone, severing five ye

he church eaves, pooling aroun

steps, staring out into the mist

valley, an unfulfilled marriage contract would allow the Maddox family to seize the

set today, they could file a claim of depend

pine-scented air

to a corner where I would crawl back

as w

, I would find a new partner in this town befor

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“For five years, I poured my blood and sweat into restoring ancient manuscripts to save my fiancé Chalmers's family business from bankruptcy. But on the morning of our wedding, he abandoned me at the altar. He rushed off to comfort his childhood friend, Edla, who claimed to have a catastrophic injury. Under local guild laws, if I wasn't legally married by sunset, Chalmers's family would seize the proprietary rights to every single manuscript I had restored. When I went home to pack my things, Edla showed up leaning on Chalmers, wearing bandages stained with fake bakery dye and a luxury sweater that still had the anti-theft tag attached. She cried theatrical tears, begging me not to punish Chalmers. Instead of seeing her obvious lies, Chalmers called me a heartless, spiteful statue. He demanded I apologize, arrogantly offering a cheap steak dinner as compensation for my ruined wedding. He sneered that no man in town would ever marry a penniless orphan like me, and I would be begging on his doorstep by the end of the week. I looked at the man I had supported through 47 of Edla's orchestrated emergencies, feeling utterly disgusted by his endless manipulation and greed. Did he really think my dignity and my life's work were worth so little? I threw his cheap engagement ring directly into the greasy trash can. Then, I walked straight into the municipal registry hall and proposed to Everette Holmes-a paralyzed, debt-ridden outcast who radiated an unnerving, freezing aura. This time, I would rather tie my fate to a dangerous stranger than let Chalmers own my future.”