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This whole situation with my marriage is overwhelming and I have proven to be unable to control it. I still can’t process what happened on our wedding night or, better said, what almost happened, I feel disgusted with myself for the way I acted. What was I thinking? I know the whole point of Victoria being my wife is for us to have children together to straighten our dominion over Javier Solis and his mafia, and at some point, I’m going to have to sleep with her, but I’m not a freaking rapist! Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. Although it also annoys me how much the memory of that night affects me, I hate that I feel a pang of guilt every time I remember how frightened Victoria loo

I had turned my professionalism to the highest level. “ Is it okay if we exchange numbers?” He wasn't planning on beating around the bush. “ We could hang out sometimes and we can get to know each other better,” he suggested. “ I'm sorry but I'm married,” I never thought this status would be this handy, not to talk of being a sweet excuse to use. “ Are you kidding me right now?” He scoffed. The pace at which he switched sides was something to be wary of. “ Do you think I'm an idiot? It's pretty obvious that you're not married,” he said pointing at my finger. I hadn't worn my ring because Azek hated to see me wearing it.

She said rolling her eyes and striking a pose with her hers on the waist which was slightly bent sideways. “Excuse you ?” Nicole said stepping in-between them. “Oh please you are.” Emily said “What happened?” Jayson asked directing the question to no one in particular. “Well well, this hire right here wa caught staring at Ryan Robson.” Anita said from behind. Ava swallowed hard, she didn't know if she was ashamed of being called a horse or afraid of letting them know that's her husband. “Really?” Nicole asked “Well well, wake up from your dreams, I heard his married to some highschool girl.” Emily said

Married. To him. LATER THAT NIGHT… “What do you mean you’re married to Xavier Knight?” Mira gasped through the phone. “I don’t know! I didn’t mean to!” I whisper-yelled. “I just signed some stupid papers” “You’re telling me you accidentally married the hottest, most arrogant senior in school?! Girl, I’ve had dreams about that!” “This is not a dream,” I groaned. “It’s a nightmare. Someone banged at the door. I flinched.

"Mrs. Lane must be Mr. Lane's true love." Another lady in the flower shop sighed. "Haven't you heard? Long relationships rarely make it to marriage. Real love is about possession. Flash weddings are how you know it's the real deal." I never thought I'd overhear my own gossip story one day. Without a word, I turned to leave. I hadn't gone far when someone called out my name. "Serena!" When I looked up in the direction of the sound, I saw Holden with Eve nestled against his side and a bouquet of roses in her arms.

“How he could still want to fuck you after everything. I heard him talking to you, you know. He doesn’t want you. Not really.” “I don’t…” I try to speak, but my lips are parched and bloody, and all I can feel is pain. “I don’t understand.” Veronica looks down at me with disdain. I know she’s jealous of me–she’s looked down on me since we were children. Still, it’s terrifying to see her like this now. Pathetic as I may seem now, humiliated and ruined, it’s still not enough for her. “We’re getting married next week,” Veronica says casually, smiling cruelly. “Erick and I. You’re never going to be able to break us up. And do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

A month after the wedding. Marc and Erica returned from their honeymoon. They both travelled through Europe for three weeks. Erica found Marc distracted a few times but didn’t care where his thoughts had drifted to. He was hers now. They were married. It wouldn’t be long before he marks her as his mate. She thought he would do that every time they slept together, but he wouldn’t. She can always make him. What was the rush now, she thought.

“Is it true that both of you love and adore each other more than you love and adore yourselves?” “Are you really dating right now?” “Mr. Erito Ricky… Mr. Eriwan Rocky… Are you really going to get married?” “How about your ex-wives? Did they know about your special romance relationship so that you could get divorced quite a couple of months ago?” “Mr. Erito Ricky… Mr. Eriwan Rocky… Of course it’s impossible for both of you to get married here in Indonesia. Where do you plan to get married later on?” Then, it was Erito’s and Eriwan’s turns to answer all of those questions one by one.

Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lupine magic—has now reached its final chapter. Drew and Jette’s journey unfolded through moonlit forests, ancient grudges, and surprising twists. Your unwavering support, your laughter shared in secret, and your whispered encouragement fueled my imagination.

That’s why I picked them. But Kameeli? She’s fucking married. A whole damn husband somewhere out there, probably thinking his sweet little wife’s at choir practice. What a joke. Most of them were married. Dirty, lying, unfaithful holes. Spreading their legs for salvation and moaning like they’re being baptized. “Fuck… shit… goddamn it,” I growled, holding her waist tight, grinding deeper into her soaked pussy. I wasn’t letting this go. Not yet. Not until I emptied every ounce of myself inside her.