Fifth Year Of Marrying Mr Wen Novels & Stories

Tessa Ryan lay beside me in bed, scrolling through his phone as I stared at the rotating ceiling fan, lost in thoughts. We’d been married five years, and somewhere along the way, the fire had dimmed. I wanted to feel something, anything, different from the stale usual. “Hey,” I whispered, rolling onto my side to face him. “You wanna… you know, try tonight?” He set his phone down on the nightstand, turning to me with that familiar half-smile. “Yeah, sure. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

"No big deal. I don't even like that candy anyway. It contains a lot of calories and would take tremendous workouts to burn off. Thanks for the thoughts, though." He sensed something off with my tone, but my face gave nothing away. He knelt on the bed, wrapping an arm around me. "We haven't gone out in forever. How about the day after tomorrow? Dinner and a movie? You dumped your old clothes, right? I'll buy you new ones. And marriage... We talked about it before. I've been swamped, but I'll get you a ring, okay?" He had been promising to marry me for five years. Now it was just a joke.

"Yara, there's a limit to how much of a scene you can make. I'm not feeling great, and I don't have the patience for your attitude right now. "It was just one night. Wren, a girl, didn't make a fuss about it. Can't you relax a little?" "Relax?" I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "She’s really something—jumping into bed with a guy who’s about to get married!" In a fit of rage, Trevin hurled his glass to the floor. "Shut up! "Wren's not doing well. Don't talk trash in front of her, or you can kiss this marriage goodbye!"

|GLORY| Being married to the man of your dreams is a gift that many do not have but I did. I considered it a win in this miserable life of mine. A bright smile curled at the edges of my lips as I stared at my wedding photos of Sean Kingston and I. My husband. It has been five years of pure bliss with him and today clocked our fifth anniversary. Coupled with that, I have great news for him which I know he would be glad to hear.

Don't you think you're being unreasonable? Sean remained silent on the other end of the phone. "If you're calling to ask about my marriage with Nathaniel, don't worry. We've signed a marriage contract. We'll be like you and Melissa, just married on paper." Angeline said with a hint of mockery, "Well, the only difference is that Nathaniel and I are still living on separate floors after the marriage, and we're not moving in together." Sean felt a lump in his throat. "Are you trying to get back at me?"

Jonathan remained calm. Far too calm. "As soon as possible." Weni finally found her voice. "Sir." "Hm?" "What does this mean?" Jonathan crossed his arms. "It means marry me." Weni pointed dramatically at herself. "Did I pass my training period or something?" Jonathan almost laughed. Almost. "So now you're too impatient and want to turn me into your contract wife?" A smile finally escaped him. The first genuine smile all day. "Maybe." Weni gasped. "That's not an answer!"

Pulling my hands forward, I grabbed one of the wines on the table and poured some into the glass in front of me. "Ryan Middleton! You are such a dick!" I seethed, chugging the content of the glass in a go. I poured myself another one and did the same. "Tssk..." I chuckled, reminiscing on how we started. It must have been so foolish of me to think we could work things out knowing how he was forced to marry me five years ago. I was just a young girl who worked as a cleaner in his grandmother's company, and the old woman took a liking to me on the same day she saw me. She didn't propose the marriage immediately, but she wouldn't miss the opportunity to tell me how wonderful her grandson was and

“She’s the one who’s having an affair with a married man. She’s the one who’s pregnant with a child that belongs to my husband. So why don’t you teach your daughter to stay away from married men before you tell me to leave mine for a mistress?” Mrs. Wenger’s face remained impassive. “It takes two to tango, Zelda,” she said coolly. “James wanted a family with Susan. The two of you have been married for five years, and still nothing.” Her gaze drifted pointedly to my stomach, and instinctively, I placed a protective hand over it, shielding the secret she didn’t deserve to know.

Marissa Caldwell marries me to save the man she truly loves, Damian Davenhurst. For five years, she never once treats me like her husband. To her friends, I'm nothing more than a fool who comes running whenever she calls and disappears whenever she tells me to leave. "Cyrus Halden, you're basically her lapdog. She calls, you come running. She tells you to leave, and you leave." Whenever they laugh at me like that, Marissa simply smiles and says nothing. Once, when I'm burning up with a fever that won't break, she leaves the country with Damian just to escape her mother's constant nagging. Another time, I drink until I'm vomiting blood from a stomach ulcer during a business dinner whi

After some consideration, they accepted it. The whole family came to check on Samuel after the attack. When they discovered the reason and saw Riley flinch under their stares, Derrick blew up at her, and Jared even brought up divorce. At that point, Riley no longer had the time or energy to interfere in our family matters. I seized the opportunity to transfer marital assets into my parents' names. The boxer was bisexual and worked as a coach, essentially in the service industry. A little digging was all it took to learn plenty about him.