Three Years Wasted, I Married Mr·right Novelas e Histórias

Damien persisted, his tone unyielding. ‎Maureen looked up, a cold smile playing on her lips as she slowly turned around. "I am no longer your wife, Mr. Vance, and I have the right not to tell you. Since you said that we’re even now, why bother? Even if I married you with a fake identity, I haven't done anything to hurt you in the past three years, right?"

Ignoring Jeremy, she turned to smile at Ryan. “You know, Rye, my last marriage was an absolute failure. Well, essentially, I got married to a f*ckboy.” Madeline’s glistening eyes sneered at Jeremy. “I know you’re a great man, Rye, but that marriage has left me with some ugly scars. “I’ve placed all my passion and feelings throughout my entire life for that man, but he has never even given me a single day of happiness. Nor did he even care if I was happy at all. I don’t think I’d survive another marriage like that, Rye.”

I dared not revolt. Sitting in the bedroom, I stared at the sky getting brighter outside. Then, I stuffed the clothes in my hand into the suitcase, changed into the clothes I had brought with me when I married Austin, and walked toward the door with my suitcase. I had been married to Austin for three years. Now, I had lost my baby for the sake of saving his first love. I had settled what I owed to the Thatchers and the Joneses with my unborn baby. From now on, I no longer wanted to be anyone's substitute. I wished to set myself free, as well as grant Austin freedom.

"I'm too tired to tell you everything. But to make the story short, I gambled." "You gambled? With Terrence Gray?" "He was a collateral damage. I just mistakenly married him because of some stupid and complicated game of fate. He helped me get the company back and in exchange, I'll stay with him for a year." When I looked at Georgina again, her lips were parted. I groaned. "Come on, Georgiana…" "It doesn't make sense, Em. Why would you mistakenly marry him? I mean…he was at your wedding?" I chuckled after remembering the situation. "It was the other way around, Georgina. I was at his wedding."

I am done with married women. The End

Heavy. An explosion. Mara stiffened. “That was above us.” Another blast. Closer. Alarms began to wail. Her eyes snapped to me. “What did you do.” I smiled through the pain, through the terror, through the blood still drying beneath my skin. “I married a man who doesn’t stop,” I said. “And I have a sister who knows your corridors.” Seraphine. Mara swore under her breath. The man in black laughed. “Oh,” he said delightedly. “This is going to be beautiful.”

"Why did you choose to suddenly disappear when you were so popular three years ago?" Kelsey heard the question and looked down at the audience, meeting my gaze. A hint of mockery flashed in her eyes as she said, "Because of some personal matters, I wasted three years." Three years ago, she married me. I furrowed my brow. Did she mean that I had wasted her three years? I leaned irritably against the chair, staring at the audacious woman on the stage. It was she who had married into the Marshman family for money in the first place!

Charlie sighed regretfully and said, “Jasmine, you’re a nice girl, but I’m married and that’s a fact.” Jasmine uttered in a somewhat stubborn and decisive tone, “Master Wade, I heard that although you and your wife have been married for more than three years, you’ve not consummated the marriage and your marriage was arranged by your wife’s grandfather in the first place. Three years, Master Wade, three years! I don’t get it, why do you want to hold on to a sexless marriage for so long?”

Say me Hi to Mr & Mrs James. I looked at him teary-eyed, picked up the contract I was meant to go over and sign, walked out of that room with a hundred and one questions in my head. Two years of my life, sold for debt, Two years of my life, wasted. A marriage built on secrets. How am I supposed to live? How the hell am I supposed to cope? Damn!!!! And the worst part was? This was just the beginning, only just the beginning. On my way out of the estate, with shaky hands I ordered a cab that would take me home.