All Chapters of The Ugly Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Third Person's POV:Mason stared out the window of the café, a steaming black coffee untouched before him. He was waiting for Addison, who had emailed him that morning, asking to meet in person.He was surprised to hear from her. The last time he remembered, they were both in college, and he had genuinely liked her. Addison hadn't provided many details, only insisting that they meet urgently at this cafe because she had something important to reveal—something he had apparently forgotten.With Isabel claiming to be his wife, Mason had hesitated to meet Addison behind her back. But curiosity had won out. He needed to know what truth Addison was talking about.When Addison finally arrived, she found Mason sitting motionlessly. She couldn't help but admire how he seemed to have reverted to his old self, making the effort to come all this way to listen to her. Just a few days ago, he had kicked her out, but now she was certain it would be easy to win him back.Full of hope, Addison approac

Third Person's POV:Mason sat motionless in the office. It was his first day back after the accident, and he was supposed to meet with the company's managers and officials to learn about his roles and responsibilities.But the moment he arrived, he couldn't calm himself enough to engage in any conversation. His thoughts were consumed by Isabel, who was flying to London today.No matter how hard he tried to relax, it felt like a part of him was slipping away. Despite everything around him, he felt a hollow growing in his heart, and he knew exactly why.Mason closed his eyes, recalling last night. He had silently battled his emotions and feelings for Isabel. The news that it was Isabel's last dinner with everyone had traumatized him more than he understood.When he went back to his room, a panic attack seized him. It didn't stop until he snuck into Isabel's room in the dead of night, unnoticed by anyone. Watching Isabel sleep so peacefully made him feel better, more alive.His eyes well

Third Person's POV:Mason stared back at Isabel, equally shocked and confused about why she seemed ready to attack. He could see the surprise in her eyes, realizing that he wasn’t the one she intended to stab. It dawned on him that something must have happened to make her act this way."What are you doing here?" Isabel demanded, yanking her wrist away.She could hardly believe Mason was standing in front of her. All her curiosity and fear over the past week boiled down to this moment, confirming that Mason was involved all along."So you’ve been stalking me for the past week? And even try to scare me with that ridiculous act from the other night," Isabel said, her annoyance growing. How could he stoop so low to frighten her?Mason was initially puzzled, not understanding what she meant. He had only arrived in London a few hours ago. But as the pieces fell into place, a wave of anxiety hit him."Someone was stalking you, Isabel?" Mason asked, genuine fear coloring his voice. Isabel sco

Third Person's POV:As the terror of the moment erupted, Mason's eyes frantically sought Isabel, silently pleading for her to hide. His bloody palm struggled to hold back the knife, but his strength was fading fast. Just as he felt himself slipping, a gunshot shattered the air, followed by a woman's scream that sliced through the chaos.The weight of the attacker suddenly lifted from Mason as the man collapsed to the side, the knife slipping from his grip. Mason, bracing for the fatal blow with his eyes clenched shut, hesitated before daring to look. When he did, he saw the floor beneath the man’s head quickly darkening with fresh blood.The apartment door burst open, and police officers swarmed in. One of them approached Mason, snapping him out of his daze. "Are you okay, sir?"Mason couldn’t find his voice. The trauma of what had just unfolded left him numb, and the searing pain in his arm and hand from the stab wound clouded his thoughts. All that mattered in that moment was Isabel

Third Person's POV:Six Months Later.....As winter settled in, the London air grew colder, biting with a chill that seeped through the walls. Isabel stood by the window, staring out at the dreary sky, heavy with the promise of rain—something she despised about living here. The city felt oppressively gray, the kind of weather that made her long for warmth and sunlight.With a sigh, she turned away from the window and focused on packing. Her flight to Florida was in a few hours, and though returning there was the last thing she wanted, she knew she had no choice. Being 32 weeks pregnant and far from family, she realized she couldn't go through this alone.Mason's parents and her mother, Jenna, had been urging her to come back for weeks. They had planned a baby shower and insisted she needed to be there, especially with her due date looming next month. Reluctantly, Isabel had taken a leave of absence from law school, agreeing to make the move, if only temporarily.The thought of reuniti