Novel & Cerita Edgar And His Destined Wife

He looked handsome and I wished for a moment that if this wasn't a fake marriage, I would be bagging the most handsome man on earth. We faced the pastor who began to say things I didn't want to hear as guilt filled my system. I felt like sitting, fully weighed by the lies and guilt. My mom, dad, friends, and Edwards's grandmother were a victim of this lie. I spaced out staring at the lips of the man before me. I noticed Edwards' gaze and turned to him. He looked at me as if anticipating a response. “Huh?” I blurted out. “Do you take Mr Edward Sinclair Dangard as your lawfully wedded husband?” he asked again.

Won't you give me a second chance to fix our relationship’ ‘Indeed, we are not married, I will get rid of that slavery contract and we could have a proper wedding and also a peaceful home with you, me and Brad’ ‘Mother’ Brad said from his sleep, his sound awakened Kimberly as she pushed Stanley away. ‘It's too late, I am engaged to someone else’ she said and Stanley had a smile. ‘Is that the only reason? Then let me solve it’ he said but Kimberly shook her head in denial.

“Chasing you out of this marriage, my intention actually. I never want you and I'll never want you. If you keep hoping for something that's never going to happen, I'm afraid you'll get old before you realize that you're never my type. I don't even know what my father was thinking when he chose you, a college student... Oh, dear. My reputation is really about to crumble because of you.” “I don't care about what you're going to do but I'll give anything just to ease my midterm in school and he's the only one that can help me. You don't want me to go to the public library, fine. But I won't leave my best friend for you. And the fact that you don't want me now doesn't mean you'd never want me. I

After that, without any hesitation, Ansel confidently announced to the crowd: "Dear all, this is Erica. The woman I love and want to marry as my wife, please wish us happiness." The crowd immediately erupted with lively reactions. Most of them were skeptical and began whispering to each other, asking if Ansel was joking. Others scrutinized and discussed Erica, criticizing her as plain and unworthy of Ansel's love. Desi's father's face turned red with anger, and Desi herself was boiling, preparing to confront Ansel in front of everyone. Kevin, who recognized what Desi was about to do, tried to intervene and stop her. He grabbed Desi's hand before she could head toward Ansel.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

Countless people tried to become her new potential match. She ignored all of them, except for Theodore. He didn't care about her money. He wasn't the least intimidated by her status. All he wanted was to be her legitimate partner. That was the most natural thing in the world when one was in love. There was just one problem—Penelope was married.

"Your cooking is awful. My fiancée is like a professional chef. Cooking is her thing." Edward called me his fiancée. What a joke. Juliet looked more like his wife than I ever did. In all our years together, he never once cooked for me. I stood up and stepped away from him. "I don't have time for this. I'm leaving." He grabbed my wrist, his face tight, and said, "Can you stop making a scene?" "Am I?" I gave a cold laugh. "Edward, you got her pregnant, and you two are living together. Do you still want me to act as your fiancée?"

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

Because for the first time since this marriage began— Xavier Cortez sounds emotionally attached to his wife.

Selena stepped forward slowly before lowering her gaze toward the agreement resting on the glass table. Adrian Kingston. Even the name itself felt dangerous somehow. Her fingers tightened slightly around the pen Vanessa had placed in front of her. Marriage. To a man she had never met, a man powerful enough to erase every problem destroying her life with a single signature. For one brief moment, hesitation tightened painfully inside her chest. Then she pictured her mother alone inside that hospital room. And the hesitation shattered. Before her heart could stop her, Selena lowered the pen and signed her name across the paper. The ink moved steadily beneath her hand, sealing away the final fra