Fifth Year Of Marrying Mr Wen Novels & Stories

Caelen POV Five years. Half a decade since I had signed a contract to marry a stranger for money to save my dying mother. Three years since we had chosen each other for real, properly, in front of a fireplace with the contract burning to ash and a ring that said Always choose you. Three beautiful, chaotic boys who had transformed us from reluctant partners into something neither of us had known how to want until we had it. "You're sure you can handle all three?" I asked Eleanor for the fifth time, watching her arrange snacks with the calm efficiency of someone who had been managing this household's logistics for years.

His mouth opens slightly like he is about to say something but can't find the words. “Sebastian, leave,” I repeat emotionlessly. "Did I…. did I do something wrong last night?" He asks brokenly, the question hitting me like a punch to my guts and just like that, I am dragged down to the memory lane of our wedding night five years ago. That night, I was a happy bride. Despite the rushed nature of the wedding and despite knowing that Sebastian didn't love me, I was happy.

" As soon as the assistant finished speaking, the phone slipped from Rebecca's grasp. It hit the ground with a sharp crack, and the screen shattered on impact. I was getting married, but she wasn't the bride. In an instant, panic and despair hit Rebecca like a tidal wave. Her heart pounded as she called me again and again. Meanwhile, I was in the groom's suite as the stylist put the final touches on my hair and suit for the ceremony. My phone was on silent, set aside, and I hadn't glanced at it once. … As the wedding march began, I watched Victoria walk down the aisle toward me. The officiant spoke solemnly. "Victoria Tomlinson, do you take this man, Sebastian Grant, to be your lawfully wedd

"And I was told that a woman in arrears can be brought out of a stall if somebody produces a clean party, and that they were not asking me for anything I did not already have. “So I went and got a copy of the page that had you on it. And I carried it about for four months, and I did not hand it to anybody, and I want that written down, because it is the only decent thing in the whole of this and it is not much.” “You did not hand it over,” Wren said. “I did not have to. I got married in the spring.” He looked up the table at his wife,e and there was nothing much in his face. “And about nine days after the wedding I understood that I had been in the copying house in February because somebody

Yu lose his last glimmer of hope. "Zhuo Qianyun is my wife! She’s the only wife I'll ever have. Who are you to judge her? You'll pay for every word you said today!" Ye Wenming suddenly threw Mr. Yu on the ground and looked condescendingly at him. Mr. Yu shivered, unable to believe what he had heard! 'Zhuo Qianyun is... Ye Wenming's wife! They're already... married? 'Ye Wenming even said Zhuo Qianyun is the only wife he'll ever have in front of so many people!'

Grey enunciated, and took his hand. "Let me guess what's the significant things you need to attend. Is it your wife? I heard that you got married, Mr. Victor. Congratulations on your marriage. I'm happy for you. I never thought the man of an hour would be tied down. Incredible," Mr. Lim guessed, and at the same time, congratulated him for his marriage. "You guessed it right," Grey replied with a small smile on the side of his lips just thinking of his wife.

Dennis knelt down with one knee and held up the diamond ring in his hand. With a sincere and solemn expression, he said, "Mary, will you marry me?" Under the blessing of everyone, Mr. Peter held Mary's hand and walked on the red rose carpet to hand over his beloved daughter to Dennis and wish them happiness. The scene was filled with so much joy, and Dennis closed his eyes, then whispered, "I can't agree." Mary covered her face with her hands and said, "It's been five years. How long do you want to live like this? The doctor said I'm infertile. Do you understand? I'm infertile."

"Mom, it's not as simple as you make it sound." "How is it not simple?" "Because Din and I are getting a divorce soon. I don't want this kid to grow up in a dysfunctional household." "So don't let it remain in a damaged home. Jessie, there isn't a problem you can't solve. If you and he share the same sentiments, you can continue to be married to him and strengthen your bond." Can she actually pull that off? Can she save her marriage to Din Cooper? … "I can't understand women." Din took his third alcoholic drink and turned to face Williams.

said Jenna as she blocked Whitney’s path before adding, “So, Miss Baun! How goes your dream of marrying Young Master Burton, hmm?” Her question was naturally a sore spot for Whitney. After all, she only had a month left before she would be forced to divorce him! Looking at how pissed she was, Jenna couldn’t help but smirk as she said, “Looks like things aren’t going your way, huh…? You only have yourself to blame for not heeding my advice. Don’t worry, more suffering will come!”

something in his gaze made my stomach churn. "Who is she?" I asked, my voice trembling. Worry and anger mixed into one. He took a deep breath, as if preparing for something heavy. "We need to talk." I let out a small, bitter laugh. "Talk? On our wedding anniversary? With another woman by your side?" The sudden pain shot through my heart. He looked at me with an expression that was hard to interpret. "I married you because I thought Lena’s heart was beating in your chest." The world seemed to stop spinning. My heart raced painfully, and I stared at him, trying to digest the words he had just spoken.