Five Years Married To Mr Bradford Novels & Stories

***BRADY’S POV*** Wow I've lost 2 years. There's a gorgeous woman saying we've been together and I’m attending Harvard and can't remember any of it. Plus, she says we live together and I asked her to marry me. I can feel the sexual attraction for her. And the hurt in her eyes when she ran out had me itching to run after her to console her. Why can't I remember? This is the most frustrating thing I've ever dealt with! I sent mom after her. I need to know more.

NegridIsMyOTP: "Oh! I'm so happy that I'm crying! Mr. Fletcher must be worried that Ingrid will be unable to survive on the island. He followed to take care of his precious treasure! Oh! They've been engaged for so many years, they should hurry up and get married!" PeacefulMango: "Ingrid and Mr. Fletcher have gone through so many ups and downs, yet they've never given up on each other. I'll bring the courthouse to you so that you can get married on the spot! Looking at the two of you makes me start to believe in love!" Very soon, the descending plane came into view of the special guest.

Mrs Taylor answered, “I am in my fifties. I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. We have been married for almost thirty years now.” If Mrs Taylor was in her fifties and Mr Taylor was in his sixties and they had been married for thirty years, it meant he married her in his thirties while she was in her twenties. Then, why was there a wrong narrative about them in society? Why does everyone call her a gold digger who married an older man for money? From what she heard from Nicholas, it seemed that she was a knowledgeable lady. Why would she marry a man for just money? Also, when she married Mr Taylor, his family was not in a position where it is now.

And without thinking twice, I have a solid no. Brad was still trying to convince me when Asher got to our table and ordered Brad to leave. I begged him to leave too, to avoid creating a scene. Brad didn’t fight the disrespect, he just stood up with a broad smile and walked away. That was the last time I saw or heard from him until now, but he’s now a married man, away from my reach. “How lucky you are…” I muttered under my breath while staring at the wife’s picture. She’s indeed lucky because she got herself one of the best men out there. He’s going to worship the ground she walks on and love her dearly for the rest of her life.

Aisha's POV I took a deep breath, already preparing myself for the question. “He’s… my ex-husband.” My voice sounded calmer than I expected. Julien looked a little surprised, but he remained silent, waiting for me to continue. “We got married a few years ago,” I continued, looking into my cup as if seeking strength from within it. “But our marriage didn’t last long. Sean… he had someone else. I just found out that he didn’t really love me, and he chose to go with that woman because he thought she was the one he had been looking for all this time.”

It had been months since Brad finalized his divorce, the papers a liberating end to a marriage that had long soured. Marie had moved into his spacious home without hesitation, her belongings mingling with his in a seamless blend of their shared life. Her family, however, remained a storm cloud on the horizon. They couldn't fathom why she'd chosen him, an older man, her college coach no less over her studies. "You're throwing away your future," her mother had pleaded during their last heated call. "He's almost twice your age, Marie."

Even after being married to her for five years, I still couldn't seem to understand how her mind worked. But I knew she would definitely be plotting how to push her next victim off the stairs, just like she had pushed Serena. Sometimes, I wondered if she was possessed, but she had been fine for five years. What had happened to her now? Or did she just hate Serena's existence? “I'm asking, if you're giving Serena your world, or whatever you called it, what are you going to give me? What will you give your wife?” “What else do you want from me? Are you not happy being Mrs. Brooke? I thought you said that's what you lived for,” I breathed as I took a step toward her, my lips curling up into a m

Mr Clark spoke in disbelieve. that's right, Martin replied confidently. this is proof that the late Mr Smith got married to Mrs Beatrice Harrison's mother two years before he married Tyler's mum. and there is no record of him getting a divorce from his first marriage so his second marriage is invalid. that's rubbish Tyler screamed. the horror on his face was really satisfying, but what would be more satisfying to watch will be the expression on his mother's face when she realises that the marriage she was so proud of and her twenty five years of marriage was nothing but a lie.

Brad's voice was ice-cold, pronouncing each word with deliberate emphasis. "On the grounds that she was originally my fiancée. I do not acknowledge this wedding." The smile on Henry's face vanished completely. "Whether you acknowledge it or not, does it matter? "The priest acknowledges it, the law acknowledges it, and the entirety of Iacon acknowledges it. As of just now, Amy is my wife." Brad's expression turned extremely unpleasant. "She is acting on impulse. Once she calms down, she will leave with me." I finally spoke up calmly, "Brad, I won't leave with you. I'm married now."

I looked at Desmond's cold, emotionless face and said slowly, word by word, "Desmond, do you have any right to the trust fund my parents left for me?" He hesitated for a second, then answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Of course I do. We're married." I forced myself to stay calm. "But we keep things strictly fifty-fifty, remember? Since you've taken from me, shouldn't you pay me back too?"