Novel & Cerita 8 Years In An Estranged Marriage Novel

She relaxed a little but get tensed up again when she noticed it was just Chris and her in the room now. Everything got awkward until she cleared her throat which manage to get Chris's attention. “ So divorce party?” she said slicing the awkward moment in half. “ Hmmm it's probably embarrassing but I just got out of an eight-year-old marriage” he replied but Sophie could tell he was very happy about the decision. “ Bad experience?" “Bad. I'm just glad I'm out” “ Wait married for eight years? How old are you?” she asked curiously. “ I am thirty-five” he answered. Her eyes widened in shock. How? He looked ten years younger. He is like fourteen years older than her.

Introducing... Book three in the Alpha Loren series: The Kingdom of the Banished They say the course of true love never does run smooth. This year, Leonardo and I decided to take that to an extreme. It had been four years since I almost died in Russia and four years since I was last separated from him for more than a couple of days. That's almost a thousand and a half days, the arrival of two more children and a whole lot of ordinary, chaotic peace. Chaotic peace. The sort of unexpected peace one gets whilst raising eight very active children in one house.

He wiped the palm that had just struck me with a tissue, as if my skin had dirtied him. "Daphne, you knew full well that Jess isn't in good health, and yet you still had to bring up our wedding in front of her. What were you thinking? Yes, I said I'd marry you. So what? That gives you the right to be this impatient? Are you so worried that aside from me, no one else would ever want you? Can't you just wait a little longer?" His face was clouded with frustration, his eyes full of contempt. Then, without warning, an old memory drifted to the surface—three years ago, when Ian had looked at me with eyes full of tenderness and asked me to marry him.

about that future wedding. Eight years had passed, and I was still waiting for the day that promise would come true. But now, I had decided to go home. I wouldn't wait any longer. The car moved silently through the night before stopping in front of my villa. Mason unfastened his seatbelt, apparently assuming the tension between us had already passed. Out of habit, he leaned toward me, trying to kiss me. I raised my hand and pressed it lightly against his shoulder. "I'm tired, Mason."

I never imagined that after just three years abroad, Adrian would already have an illegitimate child. And that painting was the one my grandfather left me before he passed away. I'd always treasured it more than anything. When the housekeeper accidentally brushed against it once, I cried for three days straight. Yet Adrian tossed it to his mistress as if it were nothing. At Evelyn's signal, her bridesmaids lunged at me again, fists and kicks raining down. I struggled, screaming hoarsely for help, but no one came. Adrian held Evelyn close, caressing her belly with that tender smile, not sparing me even a glance.

I said immediately they picked up “Isn't that the same Mr Stranger you woke up with, saying you don't remember him” Valentina said “Yes, I don't know him, dad said I have to marry him to calm the scandal down” I told them “Ooo juicy” Vivienne said and I glared at her “So you're getting married to a stranger, immediately after Sebastian called off the wedding?“ Valentina said “I mean, it's a good option, instead of the press to be calling her a cheater and a whore, the world sees it that they are in love and She realized she couldn't marry Sebastian and called off the wedding” Vivienne swooned

Tell the story yourself before someone else tells it wrong. It wasn't just about Elena. It was about all of it. The marriage. The eight years. The Leaving. The returning. The love that had once been real before it broke under the weight of everything neither of us knew how to carry. It was about the woman who had disappeared and come back, only to discover that returning was not a single moment but a long, unfinished process. Even now, in the quietest corners of myself, I was still learning what it meant to come back fully.

“Its the closest from the club, and it's late. He strode toward the front door, and I followed behind, trying to keep up. But my heart raced even more. The haunting memory I tried to bury flashed before me. This mansion.. he had given me three years ago, a gift I had rejected, along with him, our love and everything we once had, and gone on to marry Michael. It's so strange, how life, secrets, and timing can twist decisions so sharply that even love seems impossible. I had my reasons. The eight-year age gap only validated it. Yes, eight years. A number he considered irrelevant, but to me, it had always mattered. He was just too perfect to be real.

I listened quietly before replying calmly, "Ashton, you've got it all wrong. I'm not trying to spite you, and I'm not being ridiculous. I really did get married." His breathing hitched on the other end. "No way… Even if you're trying to get back at me, you can't just marry a stranger." I looked at the man beside me, who was still asleep, and smiled faintly. "Rylen isn't a stranger. We've known each other for almost 20 years. You're not the only one who has a childhood sweetheart who cares about you. I do too." Ashton murmured, "No… You must still be angry because of Mariah, right?"

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi