My Husband is a Stranger! (English Version)

Chapter Ten: Just Married

“I won’t do anything to you that you won’t allow, Lyndsay.” Even now, Tristan’s words continued to echo in both of her ears.

Somehow, that sentence had taken on a double meaning for her.

And that word he kept saying—“marriage”—something she once swore she would never allow… yet she was the one who broke her own promise.

Because now, she was officially Mrs. Leviste. In the end, Tristan had managed to convince her into this kind of arrangement. Even now, she still couldn’t believe that she was married to someone she didn’t truly know.

They kept everything simple since it was rushed. They had a civil wedding. She was already an orphan—her mother had passed away, and she had no news about her father—so only Clarisse was with her on her wedding day. As for Tristan… not a single relative of his was present, only one close friend.

She wanted to ask why none of his family came to the wedding, but she chose not to.

She wanted to respect Tristan’s decision. Maybe she would ask when he was ready to tell his story.

She still didn’t really know the father of her child.

Was a promise of a good life enough for her to agree to be bound to him?

Actually, she didn’t decide hastily. She weighed everything carefully. Tristan had explained that if they didn’t get married, their child might not be able to inherit from his grandfather—a wealthy Don who had promised all his riches to Tristan. According to the last will and testament, Tristan wouldn’t receive 100% of his inheritance unless he had a child. He also had a younger sibling who already had a son, so most likely, everything could go to that child instead of hers.

Their marriage would solidify that.

In short, her child would have a good life—that was why she agreed to Tristan’s offer. Along with that decision, she made a promise to herself that she would never fall for this man, because she knew there was nothing truly special between them.

Tristan had also explained that there was nothing wrong with trying to build a complete family for the child. And if the time came that they could no longer stay together, he wouldn’t stop her if she chose to leave—as long as she wouldn’t take the child away from him and would allow him to remain recognized as the father no matter what.

In the end, she chose to be practical.

Sometimes, Lyndsay couldn’t help but think that what she did made her sound like a gold digger—but she chose practicality because it meant a comfortable life for her child.

Yes, she could raise the child well on her own… but she also couldn’t deny the child a more comfortable life.

And so here she was now, all her things packed. The leave she was supposed to file at work had turned into a resignation. For now, Tristan wanted her to rest properly.

Maybe that was fine. She could think about her career after giving birth, so she could focus on her baby first.

Tristan’s face was bright when he came to pick her up in a luxurious car. They would now live together as husband and wife, so she had to get used to being with him all the time.

A strange nervousness crept into Lyndsay’s chest.

Why did her heart always feel unsettled whenever she saw this man?

It was like there was always a drum beating inside her.

She tried to calm herself before getting into the passenger seat.

Clarisse walked her to the car until she was properly seated beside Tristan.

“Take care, sis, okay? Tristan, you better take care of my friend, or you’re in trouble with me!” Clarisse said jokingly, though she looked like she was about to cry.

It was the first time they would be separated.

“Yes, Clarisse. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Lyndsay, okay?” Tristan replied with a smile.

He settled behind the wheel and started the car.

There was something in Tristan’s voice that gave her a sense of assurance—that her “husband” would take care of her.

She couldn’t help but feel secretly happy.

“Wow, sana all! I wish I had a boyfriend like yours, friend!” Clarisse teased.

Lyndsay just smiled at her friend’s words. It almost felt like they were truly a real couple.

She saw Clarisse watching them as they drove away, even waving when Lyndsay glanced at the side mirror.

A slight pain tugged at her chest. She couldn’t help but feel a little sad thinking that her friend would now be alone in their apartment.

She would miss her too—especially now that a big surprise was waiting for her.

Where do you even find a marriage where you haven’t even met your in-laws?

She had no idea what kind of fate awaited her. She didn’t know if Tristan’s family was kind.

She knew nothing.

She didn’t know the man she had married.

Maybe if her mother were still alive, she wouldn’t have agreed with this decision.

She glanced at Tristan again as he drove seriously.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, she could see deep sadness in his eyes.

There was something there—she wasn’t sure what—but it felt like he was hiding a certain sadness every time she looked into them.

“Lord, please… don’t abandon me and my child…” she suddenly felt nervous for no clear reason.

I hope… I made the right decision, baby, she whispered silently in her mind.