My best friend is marrying my husband novel Chapter 2

The lines on that screenshot were more than Stephen ever said to her in an entire month.

[It won’t happen. Since I’m proposing to you, it means I can protect you.]

[I’ll have my attorneys draft a post–nuptial agreement that guarantees you half the estate. Consider it my collateral for

your heart.]

[And you don’t have to worry about my parents. I’ve already talked to them. After the wedding we’ll move out, and they

won’t interfere in our lives.]

[I’ll also write my will in advance. Our child will be my sole heir. Julia, I’ve prepared the grandest wedding for you. Just say

the word. Be my most beautiful bride.]

Maria didn’t read past that point. Her tears had blurred her vision. She thought back to the year she married Stephen.

Because he insisted on keeping a low profile, she hadn’t even taken wedding photos. They simply went to get the

marriage license in a rush.

She remembered how, during pregnancy, she had still been forced to cook and do chores in order to win approval from

the Greyson family.

Stephen had only patted her shoulder with a hollow bit of encouragement. “My mother is an acquired taste. Just give her

time to see what I see.”

She remembered how her water broke and no one was around. It had been the neighbor who took her to the hospital.

She remembered giving birth while Stephen refused to appear, terrified of being photographed by the media. He only

sent his assistant.

She remembered how their daughter being bullied at kindergarten, called a fatherless brat.

The pain came in waves, a crushing roar that filled her ears. She staggered to her feet and fell back onto the couch.

She didn’t know how long she sat there before she finally steadied her breathing. She wanted to organize her thoughts

and tell Julia the truth, tell her that Stephen was her husband.

But footsteps sounded outside. Stephen opened the door and stepped inside.

“Why are the lights off?”

Maria lifted her gaze. The man standing there was vibrant and triumphant. His Armani suit traced the sharp lines of his

figure, and his hair was perfectly combed.

He looked radiant, wearing success like a second skin, the usual fatigue replaced by a predatory sort of triumph.

Chapter 2

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When she didn’t speak, Stephen did something rare. He walked over, touched her forehead, and asked with concern. “You

look pale. Are you feeling unwell?”

Months ago, Maria would have been overwhelmed by his attention. But now, the warmth of his hand on her skin made

her stomach twist with revulsion.

She turned her head away, avoiding his touch. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

Stephen fell quiet for a moment. “Did my mom give you a hard time again? Did she set more rules for you?”

Before she could answer, he continued, “You don’t have to cover for her. My assistant already told me. You’ve been

wronged all these years.”

Take the next month off from going to the estate. I’ll deal with her. Focus on resting and spending time with our daughter.”

Maria let out a bitter laugh in her heart. So he had known all along how Mrs. Greyson treated her.

She nodded. “Why are you home so early today?”

Stephen’s gaze lingered on the dried tear streaks on her face. Something like guilt flickered in his eyes, but he still smiled

and handed her a folder.

“It’s a trust I set up for you and our daughter. If anything ever happens to me, you’ll be protected. Sign it.”

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