A Married Man 44 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What are you doing here?" Flat. Always flat. I didn't answer. Just watched him. The robe hung loose—chest half-covered, faint abs, sharp nose, long fingers, clean lines. A face like that shouldn't disappoint anyone. Yet six months in, our marriage felt like a display case. Pretty. Empty. Not tonight. I was done waiting. "I'm here to sleep," I said. "You there, me here—what's the point of being married?" I wanted an answer. He paused. His eyes moved over my dress. Two seconds.

"You can quit your job after marrying me. You just need to take good care of me at our home and give birth to a son for me within a year! No daughters, please. Daughters are expensive to raise!" a man said condescendingly. He sat in front of Corrinne Carew. He was her prospective partner during a matchmaking session. At the age of nearly 40, his hair was thinning, and he had a potbelly. Corinne's stepmother, Lilliana Reece, was worried that Corinne might end up marrying someone good, so she forced her to meet with this crass, middle-aged man.

The way she had said everything is fine the second time, slower, like she was trying to convince herself more than me. I thought about a man who married a kindergarten teacher one week after proposing. Like he was in a hurry and had a deadline to meet up. A man who quickly paid off her family's debts and moved her into a mansion behind iron gates. While everyone saw a good man, I saw financial manipulation. A man whose wife should have been glowing from all that money and all that attention but instead had gotten thinner. A man who didn't answer messages from pretty girls. Not even to say hi.

“You’re a doctor, you own a house, probably forty, you're extremely rich, a philanthropist but yet from what I've read, you're unable to keep a woman. What’s your deal?” He smiled at that, slow and amused. “You did your research.” “That’s what you got from that?” He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. “My deal. I'm not forty, sweetheart.” “What?” “I’m forty-three and between the both of us, I have been married before.” Wait what? “It was pretty brief and in my early twenties, we split up after realizing we weren't a good match.” “So you decided to ward yourself off women?” “That's not what I said. Women are pretty special to me but there's only woman for me, and she's stubborn, ext

“You.... You’re saying I have to get married? Or you’ll give the company to someone else?” “I’m saying you need to grow up,” the old man shot back, coughing until the monitor beeped faster. “All your money means nothing if you die alone. I want to see a wife at your side before I go. I want to be able to face your parents when I meet them on the other side. I don't mind selling the company and giving all the money to charity if you don't get married before the end of this year.” "But.... That's barely four months away."

he said and put his two hands on the bed, a guy in a black shirt shows up, "Boss, we confirm that Madam Marisa, get home safely," the guy said that making Harreld smile, "How about his husband?" he asked seriously, "According to a spy, inside the mansion, his husband didn't come home, since they get married," the guy said which made him irritated, "How about the spy in that bastard company?" He asks annoyed,

Before she could finish, Richard grabbed her wrist. He held on tightly, his eyes lighting up. "Mari." Maria froze. "Richard, are you just pretending to be sick?" Cameron snapped. "You just said you were thirteen, and now you're calling Maria your wife. Did you get married and have kids at thirteen?" "What are you talking about? I'm twenty-four!" Richard pulled Maria into his arms and smiled. "I just married Mari and brought her home." From his tone, it sounded like he remembered what had happened when he was twenty-four.

The idiot explains to me as I pretend to listen carefully. "Are you aware that she got married two weeks ago?" I ask again. "No, not really. It's true that she was absent at work, but I didn't know that she finally got married." Ethan replies calmly. I'm surprised he's calm despite the fact that I've just told him that his girlfriend is married to another man. So I ask her out of curiosity "So it doesn't make you hot or cold that his girlfriend married another man than you?"

"I want a divorce! My husband doesn't love me anymore!" I step into the county clerk's office holding my water-damaged marriage certificate just in time to hear a young woman at the next window filing for divorce. She's sobbing uncontrollably, insisting that she and her husband have fallen out of love. By a strange stroke of luck, her husband shares the exact same name as mine—Louie Russell. The only difference is that her husband is the wealthiest man in Jalenne, while mine is just an ordinary guy. Smiling at the coincidence, I hand my marriage certificate over to the clerk. "Could you please issue me a replacement?" But the next second, the clerk gives me a strange look. "Ma'am, you

Hearty, coy laughter burbled out of Tiffany’s throat as she chortled, “Holy crap, you’re a very meticulous one! You even know our little Ari’s name! Oh, but unfortunately, it’s not up to me whether to give it to you. May I suggest you ask her directly when she’s done with her work?” “You’re too late,” Lynn suddenly interjected. “She’s already married.” The man was taken aback. “M-married? But all of you look like you’re in your early twenties! Who would marry this early? Are you pulling a fast one on me? Besides, it’s not like I’ve seen any men frequenting your shop…”