Bewedded Not Beloved Mga Nobela at Kwento

But they both shoved their thoughts aside, what matters now is the quiet miracle of waking up chosen, wanted, and deeply, completely loved. Knox pressed a final kiss to the top of her hair and whispered against the soft strands, “Good morning, my Angel. My soon-to-be Mrs Harrington.” Kendra smiled, eyes still closed, and whispered back, “Good morning, my love.”

" No, listen to me first. Who told you I love her?? She is my best friend. Just friend. In fact, the only friend, I had for many years. " " You, yourself said so many times that you loved someone else. And whenever you took her name, you always said that you loved her. " " I love her as my best friend. I used to think that I loved someone else. But even that was my illusion. I am clear about everything now. " " Please don't lie... I can see the way you talk about her. She is a very good lady but for God's sake, she is married. They seem too happy and in love with each other, I can't see you like this. "

"Yes." He nodded toward the notebook. "I'm writing about them." A strange heaviness settled in her chest. Not sadness exactly. Something closer to anticipation. "What are their names?" The question felt ridiculous. She already knew. Yet she asked anyway. His expression softened instantly. The transformation was remarkable. Like sunlight passing across old stone. "My wife is Meher." There it was. The name again. "She loves flowers." A small smile appeared. "Particularly marigolds." Something flickered unexpectedly inside Aisha's memory.

Angela scolded, giving him another glare. She then added, "She's such a wonderful woman—how could you not appreciate her? If you two really do end up together, just imagine how happy your mom would be." "Happy? What's there to be happy about? I only fell for her back then because she's beautiful and docile, but I never expected her to be so troubled. She's always watching me with a grin on her face. I can't believe this. Am I really such a piece of crap that even a dung beetle wants to cling to me?"

"I sort of knew this, I think. I just never really thought about it. Vivianne would say things to remind me, but I would just move on. You brought me around the house—our house—and it started to settle in. T-This is it." Adam comes before me. "It concerns me when you say it like that." "You're it for me. You're like my husband but more? More than my husband?" "Yes, Wrenley. More than a husband. I'm your mate." I swallow and look up at him with all my unknowing and innocence out for the world to see. "Oh. Do we love each other? Are we in love?" "I would say that our bond can be compared to love." "S-So you love me?"

Not like this. God, why couldn’t it be me? I would have taken care of her. I would have loved her better. Again, there was no answer. And so, I decided to change tactics. “Who is he? Give me a name, Nattie.” “Since he doesn’t believe in love, let’s call him that. Love.” “So, that’s the problem?” “Yeah,” she replied in a cracked voice. “Love broke our mate bond. Love… didn’t love me back.”

( Rain Anderson Blackwood ) "Don't pretend to be a dotted wife Rain when we both know what a woman like you are called so don't make me use the term for you." His words keep ringing in my ears.I can't lie of being fine and ineffected by his harsh words.It hurts,it hurts like someone stabs my heart with a hot iron dagger and twist it inside my chest to rip my heart in shreds.

“Look, you can get another man. I’m sure some of them still want to be with you.” “But they don’t want to marry me.” “Well, if you try to be sweeter and kinder like Amy, it may be easier for you to find a husband. I heard she is already married. Good for her!” “You! Is this what you did? Are you behind these?” Jacob shook his head. “Not me. But maybe it’s karma for stabbing your friend while she treated you well.” “Your karma will come too! You ended your relationship with her just like this!” Gwen pointed her fingers at Jacob’s face.

Because you wouldn't have done it. I nodded slowly, bitterly. "You're right. I wouldn't have." She didn't protest. "I loved him," I said. "I really, really loved him." "I know." "I would've done anything for him." "I know," she said again, softly this time. I studied her, really studied her. "How do you sleep at night?" She didn't respond right away. I didn't, for a while. But he came back. And that's all I needed."

If Heather hadn't interfered, he was sure he could've kept her here at the hospital for the next few days, giving him enough time to figure out how to stop the wedding. Beverly walked up to Evan. "I don't need your fake concern. You can leave now." "Bev!" Evan grabbed her wrist. "You can doubt everything about me, but not my love for you. There's no one who will love you more than I do or wishes you are healthy. James is nothing but a hypocrite. "We weren't even divorced then—you were my wife, a married woman, yet he coveted you. And not just that—the moment he took you away, he slept with you.