War For The Multiverse

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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Adam was so shocked that he hadn't even had time to process what was happening when he felt someone push him from behind.

“Whoop!”

He was falling from the top balcony of his hotel booked room, and he could see the ground getting closer and closer. He had no time to think, no time to plan, no time to react. All he could do was fall.

As he fell, a thousand questions raced through his mind. Who had pushed him? How had they gotten into his hotel room? And why had they done it?

But he had no time to ponder these questions, because he was plummeting towards the ground at a terrifying speed. He was certain that he was going to be seriously injured, or worse, die!

As he plummeted towards the ground, he heard the horn of a truck blaring nearby.

“Pum! Pum!!”

He thought it might be a mirage, a hallucination brought on by the fear and confusion of the moment. But as he fell closer to the ground, the sound grew louder.

He was suddenly struck by a horrifying realization - he was going to be hit by the truck.

He tried to brace himself for the impact, but it was too late. The truck hit him, sending him flying through the air.

“Bam,”

“Crash!”

The crash was like an explosion. A terrible, deafening sound that pierced through Adam's skull, followed by a wave of pain so intense that he couldn't even think.

The next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground, unable to move.

He could hear the faint sound of sirens approaching, but everything else was a blur. He had no idea what was happening.

The siren grew louder and louder, reaching a deafening pitch that made his ears ring. He tried to block out the sound, but it was impossible.

With a tremendous effort, he forced his eyes open, only to see a blinding white light.

As the blaring sound of the horn filled his ears, he suddenly realized that he was unimaginably not in some terrible accident, but in a classroom, surrounded by students.

A teacher was holding a megaphone, and she was staring at him with an expression of exasperation.

It was obvious that he had fallen asleep during class, and she was trying to wake him up.

Embarrassed and confused, he sat up in his chair, trying to regain his composure. The other students snickered, and he felt his face turn red with shame.

'How did I get here?’ He thought to himself as he couldn't help but look around.

He tried to make sense of his situation, but it was impossible. How had he gotten from the scene of a car crash to a classroom?

He searched his memory, trying to find an answer, but it was like a thick fog had descended over his mind.

"ADAMAX!" The lady teacher yelled, her face turning red with anger. But Adam could only stare at her, puzzled.

Adam studied the woman carefully, trying to make sense of what was happening. She looked to be around his age - early thirties, if not less, yet she was treating him like a child.

"Whose name are you calling like that?! Stop yelling and my name is Adam!" Adam yelled back in an attempt to scare her with his accustomed gruff baritone voice but what came out of his throat was a tiny voice of a kid ranging from 10 years old to 15.

What?!

The other students gaped in shock as Adam raised his voice to the teacher. Adam, for his part, was too confused to think clearly. His mind was reeling with questions: ‘Am I a child now?’ ‘How is this even possible?’

The concept of reincarnation and rebirth was not new to Adam. He had heard of such things before, but he had always dismissed them as mere fantasy. ‘Maybe I died and came back again in another person's body - a kid's body at that,’ he finally concluded.

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