Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Disabled Husband

Chapter 3

Word Count: 801 | Released on: 23/09/2026

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apartment building creaked under my b

wet plaster, a stark contrast to the clean, razor-sharp chill that still lin

partment door an

th the handmade paper streamers and white ri

hanging limp and lifeless

e a second st

tered canvas suitcases out from under the bed, unzi

single item that C

es he had bought for his busine

gs and the velvet jewel

my sturdy boots, my precision brass calipers, my agate burni

raight to the locked metal

rchment sheets-the sacred Latin sigils and protective warding blueprin

f every major contract Chalmers's agenc

nothing more than an empty shell w

center of my heavy trunk, wr

door of the apartment slammed open with a violent

boards, and Chalmers burst into the bedroom do

skew, and he reeked of hospital antiseptic mixed with the c

s eyes landing on the pa

ace instantly vanished, replaced

ng into the room and tossing his car keys onto the de

t look

pulled it over my shoulders, smoothin

rs snapped, his voice rising as

s, letting his ha

she needed someone she trusted to take her to the surgical ward. I did what any decent, honorable gentleman would do for an old family friend.

oll, checked the buckles, and

ry anniversary, every major gallery exhibition, and today, our wedding. Every single time,

flushed an ugl

mechanical endurance! A normal, loving woman would h

against the doorframe with

ue. Who is going to hire an unsponsored restorer without a family name? You don't have a dime of independent capital, and you don't hav

Mind Sanctuary rendering his threats

ase off the bed. "I am leaving. But our wedding isn't being rescheduled.

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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.”