Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Disabled Husband

Chapter 4

Word Count: 770 | Released on: 23/09/2026

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his eyes flickering for a fraction of a s

pen behind me, suddenly remembering that the regional guild inspect

ency would default on a fifty-t

ng forward with his hands raised in an

to close a difficult business deal. "You're hurt, and you have every right to be angry. I should have called you from the car instead of sending

ying to rest his h

wo of us. We'll have a nice dinner, talk it through, and set a new date. I'll even buy you th

ard, putting the woode

his offer made my sto

e ice water. "Is that what you think my dignity is worth, Chalmers? Or is that what you think it costs

the muscle leaped beneath his sk

an...

less cry echoed fro

eavily against the doorframe as if she were on

ere cardigan, her right arm wrapped from wrist to elb

ink, her lower lip quiverin

otective arm around her waist. "What are you doing here? You should

a sharp, triumphant glance at me from beneath her lashes. "When you ran out of the clinic, I knew she

t effort, taking a trembling step towar

rgive him, I promise I'll leave Coldfir Creek forever. I'll go away and never speak to him again... I'll eve

tacking dog. "Look at her, Jillian! Look at how humble and selfless she is, coming here injured just to make peace! An

ing the two of them perform t

ry subtle twitch of Edla's lips and every calculate

the ego boost of having a helpless woman look at him like a

wanted the sick satisfaction of taking

y trunk, my fingers tightening

d, dangerous smile touching the corners of my

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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.”