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Before I could speak he added, “I know how I treated you in the past was horrible and I am deeply sorry. Since you left, I have been miserable and unable to find any woman who is like you, who is as beautiful, smart, funny, hardworking and full of life and aspiration like you. You're everything a man like me could even hope for, and I have been hoping for a family and I finally find you with our twins on my wed….” “MY KIDS are not yours. They have a father and I have a family, and for goodness sake, do you think I'm still that pathetic girl who was so into you? It's been eight years, and I have been so busy spending time with my husband that I have forgotten everything about your existence.

I slowly slipped my tiny hand into his big one, shaking him with a forced smile on my face. “I’m sorry, but have we met before?” He asked. My heart sank at the realization that he couldn’t remember me, he didn’t know who I was. What was I even thinking? The man was obviously married with two beautiful children, here was no way he’d know who I was, there was no time to think about the little teenage girl he married years ago. “No, we haven’t,” I smiled at him. He tilted his head to one side while keeping his eyes on me. Like he was trying to rack his brain to remember who I was. There was no point.

Hi, hope you're doing good and the year has been going well for you? You must've noticed the lack of updates and I sincerely apologize for it. After my grandma's passing, things haven't been the same and I'm sad to admit that I went down a spiral and I had to take a step back for my mental health and to give you a proper ending. And I'm hoping my new book will also be ready by the time The Forgotten Marriage is done. There are five chapters left to go and maybe one bonus chapter. I can't say I'm totally fine but I'm getting there and I'm grateful to everyone who reached out and left comments as well.

“I left because I was drowning. My father had been negotiating a merger for months the man I married was part of that deal. I was nineteen and terrified of becoming the girl who chose a boy over the family that paid for everything I had. So I ran. I blocked you because if I heard your voice I would have gone back. I married because it was easier than admitting I was a coward.” The explanation I had wanted for years arrived dressed in softness. It should have felt like relief. It felt rehearsed. “You could have told me that then.” “I know.” “From where I was standing, you didn’t drown. You upgraded.” Annoyance flickered through her eyes. “It wasn’t an upgrade. It was a cage the marriage laste

Then he threw the matching rings we had bought together at my feet, along with the phone that held every photo of us. The screen shattered against the pavement. He left without looking back. Yet now, eight years later, he had come to my house on his own. A moment later, through the crack in the bedroom door, I understood why. Liam was holding his fiancée’s hand. “Mrs. Winters,” he said, his voice flat and controlled, “are you still angry about what happened eight years ago? Is that why you don’t want Claire to help us choose a wedding planner and pick out rings?

I sighed, really wishing I could help her out, but what exactly did I know about love despite being married for eight years. "You and Eric have the perfect marriage, Emily," she spoke up again, taking my palms in her soft ones and staring into my eyes. I looked away from her. "You think?" I murmured. "Do you mind telling me how you do it? It's not sl easy to see marriages still going strong put there like yours, you know. Literally, every eight out of ten marriages in this country have been estimated to crash. How do you and Eric do it even after being away from each other for so long?"

All Jonas said was, “Wait here for me and reflect on yourself, Jeanine.” After a brief pause, I said, “Go ahead. Your work comes first.” Celine turned around and smirked at me, her expression smug and piercing. Before this, I would have stopped them, saying, “No! Jonas is mine. I can’t let him leave with another woman.” I used to think our marriage of eight years would last forever as long as I continued to contribute in silence, giving him all my patience and understanding.

her tea to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed they shared. His side was neat, undisturbed. She ran her hand across his pillow for a moment then pulled it away, almost embarrassed by the gesture. Embarrassed to be caught — even by herself — reaching for a man who was not there. Who was rarely truly there even when he was. When had she started feeling like a stranger in her own marriage? She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment. That was the cruel thing about erosion — it doesn't announce itself. It doesn't arrive with a single devastating blow that you can point to and say, there, that is when everything changed. It comes quietly, slowly, one small disappointment at a time. One ignored

Madison started. "You know I can't, I won't be able to bear it," Emily replied. Even after a year, her heart still clenches at the thought. "You don't have too, they're not even married, I feel like Caden doesn't want to marry her, I mean, engaged for a year with no talk of marriage? That's nuts, " Madison shrugged, and Emily pressed her lips together. That's what she was avoiding, this tiny burst of hope in her. She didn't want it, she wanted to move on, she had already moved on... She believes.

The image is burned into me. Without a word, I run. Out of the kitchen, out of the house and out into the cold night. I don’t remember how long I run or where I go. All I know is that my chest feels like it’s collapsing For the next week, Derek calls nonstop. Messages, voicemails, pleas, But every time my phone lights up with his name, I ignore it. There’s nothing left to say. The marriage was supposed to last four years, atleast that was the deal, but life had twisted it into something cruel and complicated.