Fifth Year Of Marrying Mr Wen Novels & Stories

“When was the last time we even saw each other? Your wedding, I think.” A strange tingle traveled down Felix’s spine at the mention of his wedding. To Wren. That was almost five years ago now. Felix found himself nodding in confirmation while simultaneously wishing Raymond had chosen literally any other reference point for marking the passage of time between them. His wedding to Wren, which had taken place almost five years ago now, felt both distant and strangely immediate “That sounds right. A lifetime ago.”

" I stared into Tessa's eyes, trying to find even a flicker of guilt in her. Yet, there was nothing. Her gaze was just as clear as it had been five years ago, with only annoyance toward her so-called manager. Only I knew that the woman I met on the track was long gone. Seeing that I did not react, Tessa tugged my arm gently. "Honey, we've been together so long that we're basically an old married couple now. There's no rush to get married, right? You'll always be my husband anyway." She said the same sweet lines every time she missed an appointment.

There was always this subtle look that crossed his eyes that I couldn’t read. Her fingers moved on my chest and I glanced down to look at her. “Five years, Yvette. I’m going to be married to your father for five years.” Would they be good or bad years? would just be another emotional rollercoaster ride. If he kept looking at me like how he was for the duration of our marriage, I would be in deeper shit, heart-wise than I was currently. “At least we'll have you in common, my strong little girl.” and we might not be together in the end but it brought me little consolation knowing that he would not be marrying Tami after me.

he continues, his voice dropping lower. I swallow hard, my heart thudding loudly against my chest. “This has never happened before,” he adds, almost as if to himself. “I always spend at least two weeks dedicated to my newly wedded wife after the wedding.” My breath hitches, his words leaving me frozen. His ‘always’ reverberates in my mind, reminding me of the fact that I’m his fifth wife. ‘This is just a routine for him.’ “Now, leaving you all alone in that mansion to your own free will, it’s so wrong…” He trails off, his tone darkening. “You must love it, right?”

Instead of feeling relieved, he was now annoyed. "You don't believe me, do you? My whole life, I've never even thought about having more than one wife. And now, suddenly, my wife is asking me to marry another woman." Laughter was still etched on Alvin's handsome face. "You should be happy then. You can have two wives without having to sneak around. Ethan grimaced. His friend was responding too casually. "The problem is, I'm not the type of guy who likes to share love. One is more than enough, and now you want me to have two? It would just be troublesome."

The day Arthur Reed and I signed our divorce papers, his stepsister, Chloe Bennett, watched me with red-rimmed eyes. "Lilith, I'm sorry. Once I get better, I'll step aside and give Arthur back to you. You have to believe me." I could recite that apology in my sleep. Whenever Chloe cried, Arthur gave in. To keep his depressed stepsister happy, he would put another set of divorce papers in front of me. We had married four times and divorced four times. Everyone praised Arthur as a caring brother, while I was the one who had to suffer for it. Every time the paperwork was done, Arthur would kiss my cheek and say, "It's just a piece of paper. It's temporary. Once Chloe is stable, we'll remarry. Y

"So you were sneaking around evesdropping, then you used it against me? to bring it up on my anniversary? "You think it's all about YOU but I have news for you, it isn't AND I am not gonna pretend this is a marriage, it isn't, I have no feelings for you, you faked and lied for five years but it all came out when you told your friends you'd never have to work cause Ray has a great job, so far's I'm concerned, you ran this marriage up the wrong track."

“Yet you do it anyway, because you like it.” He hates me, so he fucks me. At least he used to. “Those were mistakes.” I scoff. “Yeah. All five times.” His eyes are vacant, almost like he's receding into himself. I must deliver the final blow before the walls go up. So I ball my fists and inch closer to him. “There's one more thing, my charmer. This marriage? It's forever. There's no divorce after five years. Daddy changed the clause and you signed it.” His face blushes red.

The date glared up at her in black ink. December 15th, 2020. Five years ago. Her wedding day. The day she'd married Seris Ashford in a ceremony that had cost more than most people's houses and meant absolutely nothing to the groom. "Miss Winters?" "I'm fine," Silver called out, her voice steadier than she felt. "Give me a moment." She heard Marie's footsteps retreat and sank into the desk chair, her mind racing. This was insane. People didn't just wake up five years in the past. They didn't get do-overs. Death was final. The river had been real—she could still feel the ghost of that cold, the burn in her lungs, the moment her body had simply given up.

Her family beat her bloody for it, and she still smiled through the bruises just to keep me from worrying. I knelt beside her, barely able to keep it together. "Maren, I'll wait ten years for you. But you have to marry me, or I'll find someone else." Ten years later, I was still her dirty little secret, and my salary for playing both arm candy and personal assistant hadn't changed from that original hundred thousand. The birthday party ended on a sour note. Maren didn't so much as glance at the resignation letter before she slammed the door on her way out.