Freezed

Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Ming Yue

Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he’d dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family’s land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell—the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I’ve suspended Hugh’s executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I’m just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

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In the mourning hall, the air was heavy with grief. Heidy Hua stood quietly at the side, her eyes red with tears as she stared at the man in the coffin. There were many people who came to mourn, all of them bowing to pay their respects.

"I'm sorry for your loss," they would all say as they came up to her.

"Thank you," she would reply, her hands gracefully folded in front of her as she bowed back to them.

As she looked at her father lying down on the coffin, Heidy wished with all her might that he was just playing a prank on her, that he was just asleep and that he would soon open his eyes to tell her that he was still alive. However, it seemed more like a nightmare from which she couldn't be able to wake up from. The more she thought about it, the more pain she felt in her heart. But she had to endure it. She couldn't let herself break down.

The ceremony was still going on, and more and more people came to mourn. After having a word with the steward, Heidy went off and walked towards the villa in the backyard. It had been over twenty four hours since she had had some decent sleep. With her head throbbing, Heidy just wanted to have a few minutes of rest.

As she climbed up to the second floor, she heard a strange noise from the bedroom at the end of the hall. The fatigue Heidy felt left her body in an instant. She was not a fool and she knew what was going on in the room.

When she was about to push open the door to see who was shamelessly making love during her father's wake, she did not expect to hear a familiar voice. "Oh, baby, I've been missing you so much these days." Before the man finished speaking, there was another loud groan.

Heidy's eyes were wide open now, filled with undeniable shock. "No... It can't be..." Heidy murmured, her face turning pale.

A charming female voice then spoke. "Honey, I missed you too. What if my sister comes back?"

"Don't worry. I'm pretty sure she's busy with the funeral. You look so sexy right now. I think I might have to punish you today..." The man's low grunt showed that he was growing impatient.

The woman's laughter was soft and teasing. Not being able to stand it anymore, Heidy pushed the door open with great anger.

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