All Chapters of Married My Ex's Uncle In My Second Time: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A deep, suffocating void. That is all there is.No pain, no warmth, no cold—just emptiness, stretching endlessly. I have no body, no voice, only the lingering sensation of despair, of regret.Then, suddenly, there is something else. A pull, sharp and urgent, dragging me from that formless abyss. And then—A gasp tears from my throat as I jolt upright.Had I truly died? The last thing I remember is Lisa’s voice, cruel and mocking, her eyes gleaming with triumph as I lay there, bleeding out.My hands scramble against soft sheets, my breathing ragged as my wide eyes dart around the dimly lit room. I know this room; it's my room from when I was still home."Maybe I'm in heaven." The thought fills me with equal parts sadness and relief. At least now I can see my family. I try to leave the bed, and my feet tangle in the sheets, making me fall on my face."Oww." Wait, I pause. People can't feel pain in heaven, right?I stand and stare at the familiar sight—the desk covered in neatly stacked b

I would’ve cancelled. God knows I wanted to. But the moment I saw the date, I knew I couldn’t.Today was the beginning of everything—the day my life began to unravel thread by thread, all while I smiled and played dress-up with the person holding the scissors.The mall is just as I remember—too bright, too loud, too full of people pretending their lives are whole. The polished floors gleam under fluorescent lights, reflecting nothing but illusions and lies.My steps slow the moment I pass through the glass doors. The cool, manufactured air rushes over me, stealing my breath like a slap to the face. I blink, trying to focus on the present, but it’s no use.This is where it all started.My stomach knots. I swallow it down.I remember the way I’d felt—hopeful, excited, stupid. I’d gotten her text—Let’s shop, babe! Girls’ day! I miss you—and my heart had swelled like an idiot’s.I showed up thinking it would be fun.We’d laughed through the aisles like nothing in the world could touch us.

After the whole fiasco at the mall, Lisa’s face shifted—her expression going from pale to horrified as the realization of what had almost happened sank in. She left with a quiet, "See you later," . I couldn't help myself, I laughed softly under my breath, the sound almost bitter. It felt like a small victory, a taste of control over something that had always seemed so out of reach. But even as I stood there, watching her retreating figure, I knew it was just a blip. A tiny victory in the grand scheme of things. It meant nothing compared to what I had to do next.I left the mall with a sense of satisfaction, but it quickly faded when I walked into the house. The familiar, comforting scent of dinner being prepared greeted me as I stepped inside. My family had already set the table, and I could hear my mother bustling around in the kitchen. The soft clink of plates and silverware, the hum of quiet conversations—everything felt normal. Everything felt safe.As I sit at the dining table, su

Disoriented, I blink at the morning light streaming through the window. My eyes sting, and my mind feels like it’s been in a bender all night long. I could barely sleep, chasing solutions for saving Josh’s uncle. Despite hours of turning over every detail I could recall, I’m no closer to an answer. At one point, I passed out from exhaustion, but unfortunately, I could only get a few hours of sleep. now i had to deal with being sleep deprived all day longI push the thoughts aside and head to the bathroom. If I’m going to survive today, I’ll need to face both Josh and Lisa without raising suspicions. My mind hardens as I make a vow to act normal, calm, and composed. They can’t know anything’s changed until I’m completely free of their influence.After a hot shower, i run a towel through my hair to dry it. I had it cut short after a while of working tirelessly as it was too much work. I missed my long hair, and I was glad to have it back.I pause in front of the mirror; the reflection s

Disoriented, I blink, my mind snapping back just in time to catch Lisa’s words."Hey, I tried calling you last night, but it wasn’t going through. Are you alright?" she asks, her voice laced with a practiced air of concern.I force a smile, though I’m sure it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. "Oh, yeah. I slept really early, and my phone was on Do Not Disturb."Before I can finish my words, she waves her hand dismissively, cutting me off. "Anyway, I was calling for your advice on what to wear for tonight's class get-together."I roll my eyes. How typical of Lisa, not caring about anyone but herself.We’re walking into the half-filled lecture hall now, and I let her comment hang in the air for a second before asking, "What get-together?"Lisa turns to me, eyes widening in mock surprise. "Oh, I’m so sorry," she says, her tone dripping with insincere pity. "A couple of our coursemates decided to host a party for everyone. I thought you’d be invited, too. That’s why I mentioned it."My chest t