The accidental wife

eaven's sake, I'm not

knew how damaging rumors could be. He had indeed rescued someone today

ia..." Jennifer spoke

at odds, but when it came to meddling in others' affairs,

nds, distancing herself from any scandal. "I-I'm fine

st nodded in agreement. "That's right, Bryan

did it imply that something imp

by the village authorities arrived late, listening to

removed the shirt he had been wearing over his tank top and draped it ov

n suddenly looked fa

"Alright, enough of this. Do you all still want your work points today?

r for the villagers. At the threat of losing

nudged Henry and whispered, "A

're often seen together, and I've seen N

, filing the in

d conversations. Jennifer and Mildred were too preoccupied

doesn't want Bryan to marry a

ily and always receives parcels and money from home. They don't even r

g. Bryan's family is well-off, and he's a

pointed look, as if implying som

hether they're difficult or not, your family can't afford to cat

r hoe and disappeared bef

rateful girl! Next time,

ght with," Jennifer muttered.

recorded, and then skipped off to the volunteer base, already dreaming of foo

l spring water she always carried wi

her damp clothes clinging to her skin. She had thanked everyo

r expected t

the very day she fell into the water-the da

. she had liv

d torn her reputation apart, claiming Bryan had seen every inch of he

bride for him from a neighboring town. But fate-or misfortune-

nded, he returned to the army, leaving her alone to endure his mother's cruelty. She had been young, naive, and unwi

had never

ry penny of his salary except for a small allowance sent home. He had shielded her from hardship, kept her fr

n't seen hi

deeply that she had ignored everything he had done for her. And when Gar

d Bryan. Abandon

h Gary. But his family refused to accept a woman

ess. Left with nothing, she struggled alone

day, she saw

d her to leave him. They were close, intimate. Natasha had realized then, far

ad been a

she was h

ing. This time... she wasn't the same Natasha. She carried memor

hanged the first time. But now, she

wher

ia lay on her own bed,

these country folks. More than

said they would return home soon-for a family visi

er thoughts. Her brother, Lucas, step

it withou

sipping slowly. "Call him here

ed, then nodd

red. His face was drawn, fatigue

o see me for?" he as

colder than she expected. For the fi

pression and murmured, "Brandon... I a