Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 182 Hometown Tales

They scrunched up their face in contempt at Ben’s obnoxious behavior.

He snickered coldly, “So you think she likes this village just because she says so?”

“You claim she shared everything about this village with you. Why don’t you tell us what exactly did she say?” Ben continued.

Damien’s lips twitched as he responded, “Oh, Ben, I think you’ll find this quite intriguing. Vivian went on three blind dates before she settled with her current husband.”

“The first suitor found our quaint village a bit too remote for his liking. This led to a collective uproar among the villagers.”

“The second suitor? Vivian had reservations about his suitability. The entire village conducted a thorough analysis and ultimately deemed him unsuitable.”

“Now, as for the third suitor…” Damien’s smirk deepened.

“Shut your mouth!” Ben seethed; his anger was simmering.

Vivian’s ego, severely bruised, couldn’t hold back any longer. “Cherise? You share even these village matters with your husband?”

Her words hung in the air, plunging the surrounding villagers into an even more resounding silence.

earlier comments had, ironically, confirmed that Cherise had indeed confided. in him about

let’s not talk about this then.”

village at ninety-three, was remarkably healthy, although she

years, gave birth to two chubby toddlers as innocent as their parents. Adorable and clueless kind of way.”

in high school, excelled academically. She had the potential to be the second girl from

a stray dog in the village named Yellow. It wandered every day, feasting at whichever house

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detail Cherise had shared about

expression darkened with each word and contorted

surrounding villagers squirmed uncomfortably, looking away

contact.

Cherise, the pinnacle of urban sophistication, astonishingly profound understanding of the

possessed an

she clung fervently to her hometown tales, holding them as dear as

her origins was genuinely

yet, there they

I shouldn’t have judged you as they did,” a towering figure sighed, his tone laced.

my children to your doorstep and sincerely

was none other