Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

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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At night, in a small town by the seaside, a lot more stars could be seen in the night sky than in the city. The splatter of stars twinkled beautifully, lighting up the town.

On the beach, there was a girl standing on the shore and looking into the distance. She had a fight with her father because she didn't want to go abroad. To clear her mind, she had come to this small seaside town on an impulse, but her father had tracked her down using GPS. He had come all the way here and asked her to go home with him tomorrow. During the past few days here, she had grown to like this small seaside town, which made her feel comfortable and at home. She didn't know if she would ever feel this way after going abroad.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was melodious. It was her last night in this seaside town, so she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could.

Suddenly, there was a flash of bright fireworks in the sky. It only lingered in the air for a moment, and she didn't like the way the fireworks made her feel. At the same time, she saw big words in the sky and thought, 'The person named Jessica must be very happy to see these words designed for her.'

She had been walking around in the small seaside town for a whole day, so she was exhausted. Finally, she left the beach and went to her hotel. After taking a shower, she lay on the bed, but she couldn't fall asleep for a long time. She had resisted going abroad for so many days, but she had finally given in to her father. Then why had she rebelled against him in the first place?

While she was thinking, she heard the door of her room being pushed open. But who would come to her room at this time of the night?

In the dark room, she couldn't see anything, but she heard the crash. She didn't dare to make a sound until the man who had just entered lay down on the bed next to her, reeking of alcohol. She guessed that he had come to the wrong room by mistake. "Hey, you're in the wrong room," she said tentatively, poking him.

This night, she transformed from a girl to a woman. At dawn, she just grabbed something and left.

After walking out of the room, she looked at the room number and realized that she was the one who had been in the wrong room.

After returning home, she kept thinking about what had happened that night. After all, she had just lost her virginity.

The three-month summer vacation passed in the blink of an eye. But recently, she had been throwing up a lot and had a poor appetite, which worried her father. Therefore, her family took her to the hospital for an examination, only to find out that she was pregnant.

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