Novel & Cerita Amor Después Del Matrimonio

“Damn the goddess. Damn you being my mate. My father never married his mate, and he still raised a powerful alpha like me. I want a divorce, Amelia. And that’s final.” His words hit her like a storm. Amelia had fallen for Aiden in college, even though he had a girlfriend, Sofia. But when they discovered they were destined mates, they got married immediately. “D…Divorce?” she asked, though the file in her hand already confirmed it. Her hands trembled. “Yes, Amelia. This marriage was a mistake,” he said, his voice ice-cold. She stared at him, stunned. “I’ve done nothing but love you. I wake early to prepare your food, I carry out my duties as Luna. What have I done wrong?” Her voice cracked. H

We intensified our kiss, as I continued to fuck and fill her pussy with my hot cum. Mom finally relaxed under me and she sighed into the kiss, as her orgasm began to ebb. My cock finally stopped spurting and I slowed my pace until my still-hard cock had come to rest inside her. I sighed in and slowly rolled off of her, as we lazily kissed. Still wrapped in each other's arms and legs, we lay there kissing serenely, as we enjoyed our post-orgasmic highs. Feeling the need to say something, I declared, "I love being married to such a sexy and passionate woman, honey. I'd love to take you on a honeymoon someday, so we can experience all of the aspects of our marriage." Mom moaned at my words, bef

she said, lying on her side, back turned to him. “Aren’t you hungry? I can make you something to eat.” “Just give me a blanket,” she murmured, eyes already drooping. He stayed silent for a moment, then asked quietly, “Amor... is it really that hard to love me?” Her heart stilled. From the way he said it, she knew he’d overheard what she’d told Mariel earlier. She turned to face him, meeting his gaze. “Just because I found out we’re married doesn’t mean you get to claim my life. We agreed on a week of pretending to be husband and wife. And I’m sorry, but you’re not the kind of man I could ever love. In short, I’ll never love you.”

No one can change that. After he called the event organizer, he first entered his and his wife’s room. The event organizer would call him back to make sure everything was okay. It was already seven A.M. and around eight A.M. they will do the surprise. He took scissors and colored papers from the cabinet and started writing love letters for his wife. He doesn't think if what he does is childish, the important thing is, with a simple effort, he can make her happy. That's what only matters most. While he was writing the love letters, his feelings overflowed with happiness. He could not fully imagine that his love with Frances would reach a long-term marriage. Reaching this point, their love dee

He flew back the next day, defeated and silent, the F******k post deleted amid a backlash of comments calling him out for overreach. Victory tasted sweet, like the gelato we shared in bed that night—her legs draped over my shoulders, thrusting deep and punishing, her screams unbound as we claimed our future, bodies slick and entangled. Marriage loomed on the horizon, visas pending approval, but Florence was truly ours now. The drama faded like a bad dream, our love enduring stronger than ever. No regrets—only forward, hand in hand.

The skin felt rough as it was covered in old scars. Just as I was about to leave, Allison glanced at me and added, "I remember your fated mate. He's always been so loving. He stuck with you through every treatment, didn't he? Love and support are the best medicine. Spend more time with him. That could help you heal too." But Allison didn't know that my fated mate didn't seem to want to stay by my side anymore. Samuel Carver and I had been in love for a year, and I had been claimed as his mate for three months now.

It's only a day after my death, and my wife, Abbie Johnson, is at a hotel with her first love, wearing a red dress. I once told her while I was drunk, "Next life around, I'll let you go. And I'll set myself free, too." Abbie just rolled her eyes and scoffed. "I can't wait. Hope that day comes sooner." Now she gets her wish. I'm gone. She walks right past my body without batting an eye. Yet the moment they slide me into the incinerator, she suddenly charges forward like she has lost her mind. "Can we please just stop fighting?"

Five months later "He is going to be blown away when he sees you. You look just beautiful, just beautiful ok? I really couldn't have chosen anyone better to marry my dumbass brother. He's so lucky to have you." Amara said. Today was my wedding day, after five months of crazy intense planning it's finally the day. The day I, Gabriella Rosa marry the Luciano Martini...is this a dream? Because it feels like one. I really hope it's not...I remember when I first met him a weird yet intriguing try hard jerk who I'm now about to get married to. Life has a weird way of working out. The amount of things that we've had to go through just to reach this point never fails to amaze me. I mean we went on a

But indeed, she was the one who accompanied him in his good as well as hard times. They love each other and that's the beginning and end of everything. Whether it was Advaita or Yami, his love was pure. After all, it was him finding HIS LOST AMORE❤️. THE END ❤️

Olivia posted our marriage certificate on social media. I saved the photo and was about to post it too. She stopped me. “Do you actually love me yet?” I said honestly, “I like you a little.” “Then, wait until you really fall in love with me. It’ll mean more at that time.” Just as I was about to log off, the first post on my feed was the photos of Inga and Xion at the beach during sunrise. I looked at the caption.