My best friend is marrying my husband novel Chapter 19

The woman crouched down and gently patted her daughter’s head.

“Sweetheart, it’s time for us to go.”

“Okay.” The little girl nodded obediently, holding her mother’s hand as they turned to leave.

The woman holding the child was, indeed, Maria Johnson.

The butler had not lied, at least, not entirely. Maria had been dying once. She was rushed into the ICU and stayed there

for three days, hovering between life and death.

The doctors said that if she had arrived even thirty minutes later, she would never have survived.

Outside the operating room, Ms. Wilson had knelt there, trembling, remembering a moment from years ago.

Back then, when her own son was critically ill, it was Maria who spent the entire night helping her contact hospitals, call

in favors, and secure an expert surgeon.

Maria had been seven months pregnant at the time, yet she still insisted on accompanying her through the long,

terrifying hours outside the operating room.

“Ms. Wilson, don’t worry… he’ll make it,” Maria had said, gripping her hand with warmth and certainty. That kindness

was something Ms. Wilson never forgot.

So when Maria barely escaped death, lying weakly in her hospital bed, staring out the window and whispering, “Ms.

Wilson… I want to go home,” the butler made one bold decision.

She contacted Maria’s parents in the north, arranged a quiet transfer to another hospital, and using every favor she

could think of, ordered two fake urns.

She staged a funeral at the crematorium.

“Madam, you should go,” Ms. Wilson said, gripping Maria’s hand as tears streamed down her face. “Start a new life

somewhere else. You’re still young. And your daughter still needs you…”

Maria’s eyes welled with tears. “But Ms. Wilson… what about you?”

“I’ll be fine.” The butler wiped her eyes. “Madam, you must live well. Take your child, and live the life you deserve.”

And so, Maria disappeared. She took her daughter to a small coastal town in the south, a place with warm sunlight.

gentle sea breeze.

A place where no one knew her, no one asked questions, and no one could drag her past back into her present.

Chapter 19

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Using the money Stephen left during the divorce, Maria opened a small flower shop called Ivy Spring

The name was a tribute to the things that persist, that crawl toward the light even when the soil is poisoned.

Next door to the flower shop was a design studio owned by a quiet, polished man named Carl Lawrence.

The first time Carl came in, he needed flower baskets for a client’s opening ceremony.

Maria prepared white lilies with eucalyptus, and he told her it was the most elegant arrangement he had ever seen.

After that. Carl visited frequently, sometimes to buy flowers, sometimes simply to sit and talk. He brought candy for her daughter. He helped Maria move heavy flowerpots.

On rainy days, he would appear with an extra umbrella.

“Maria, raising a child alone is too hard,” Carl said softly one afternoon as he watched her trim branches in the garden.

Her scissors paused. “I’m used to it.”

“You don’t have to be.” Carl stepped beside her. “If you’re willing… I want to take care of you both.”

Maria fell silent. Her heart wasn’t untouched. Carl was gentle, steady, and treated her daughter like his own. But the scars of her failed marriage were deep.

She didn’t dare trust so easily again.

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