Romans & histoires Ex Fiance

I reminisced about the happy times we spent together. We had been together for five years. During those five years, I did everything I could to treat her well. I never allowed her to suffer, even for a little bit. Despite that, what did that bring me in the end? All I received in return was my fiancée getting married to another man on the day of my father's funeral. I knew something was wrong the day Zack returned to the country. Helen did not come home that night. When she finally did, there were love bites on her.

Marcus's mother was ten feet away and closing fast. "Good evening," Isla said. Her court voice, clear, steady, no shaking allowed. "My name is Isla Bennett. I was supposed to get married on Saturday. I won't be. My fiancé, Marcus Webb, has been having an affair with my assistant for the past six months." Total silence. Then, all at once, the whole room erupted. Constance Webb's face went from pale to furious in under a second. "Isla Bennett, you stop this right now…"

"You just fainted, Anne. I'm not leaving you alone." Anne didn't argue. She didn't have the energy. James dismissed the waiters. He left cash on the table for the trouble. Then he helped Anne to his car. They drove in silence for a while. Then James spoke. "The engagement is off!" Anne looked at him. "What?" "You're not marrying Donald Ashford!" "Dad, you can't just…" "Yes, I can!" James said. His voice was firm. Final. "And I am. You deserve better than a man who doesn't show up to his own engagement dinner. You need a man who does not love someone else."

Maybe she was just a one night stand he used to forget me “This is his life now, I and his baby, it’s a girl” she smiled widely, her chin slightly raised in pride. I was speechless. “Oh, and we’re already 4months gone” she said as she held Kevin by the waist, the bastard even smiled at her. He smiled at her. Infront of me? “You disgusting piece of shit. All this time, youve been screwing my fiancé - “ “EX-fiancé, let’s not forget that detail. And it’s not my fault you couldn’t keep a man” she scoffed loudly

After the wedding, Marco and I were driving home when suddenly someone ran out into the road and blocked our car. Matthew’s eyes were red from anger. He still could not accept that I had really married someone else. “Wrenna, how could you marry him? “The person you love is me! Why would you marry another man?!” I kindly reminded him, “That’s all in the past now. The person I love now is my husband.” Matthew acted like he had lost his mind. “No way! This can’t be real! “Wrenna, please tell me this is all fake. Tell me you’re just pretending to get back at me!

I arched my back, giving him more access. "Perfect. Now, moan for me, darling." He smirked and went down on me. Oh, I will. I laughed and started to squirm as he began to kiss my inner thighs. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through his damp hair, completely lost in him. I was engaged. Tristan Harris was my fiance. I was going to marry my high school sweetheart. Well, more like a High school enemy. How many of us would get that opportunity? One in a million, maybe.

Meanwhile, we noticed the two men engaging in conversation too. "Infidelity is something my fiancé despises. He's quite wealthy and ensures that I don't engage in any household chores." She repeated it, and the way she looked at her fiancé and her body language conveyed her complete trust in him. We continued walking towards them. I thought her statement had concluded, but it was merely the beginning. "My sunshine, I was just telling my long-lost friend here that you detest infidelity." I felt a bit awkward as Adrian and I watched them exchange a brief kiss on the lips.

Working three jobs just to survive. And her asshole ex-fiancé had used her, cheated on her, thrown her away. "Keep going," I said quietly. "Bank account is... essentially empty." Marcus scrolled further. "Lots of credits to a David Chen. Who is..." More scrolling. "Her fiancé. Or was. He's now listed as in a relationship with Vivienne Laurent on social media as of last night." Of course he was. The pieces fell into place—Elena working herself to death for her boyfriend who traded her up for a billionaire's daughter.

Which was probably the harshest thing I had done to him. “What's wrong with me?” I asked, standing up to look him in the eyes when I saw irritation itching in them. “I don't know, maybe it's the fact that my fiance cheated on me a few days before our wedding, asked me to still marry him and suggested that I'm a gold digger when I thought he was going to apologise for what he did.” “I didn't say anything about you being a gold—”

Too bad dating isn't on my to-do list for the next 6 months, not that he needs to know that so I smile at him ready to respectfully decline his offer for lunch when a voice drawled “I see you have already met my fiancee.” Richard and I both swiveled around to see Ronan walking out from his office as he approached us. He doesn't look angry though. I guess whatever crawled up his ass this morning has crawled out. “Your Fiancee? Since when are you engaged?” Richard asks in confusion, his gaze swinging from mine to Ronan like he can't tell if we are pulling a prank on him or something. I gaze at Ronan asking him with my eyes to do the honors of explaining. Besides, I suspect Richard isn't just a