Five Years Of Marriage To Mr Bradford Novels & Stories

I feel so cornered that I do not expect something like this to even happen. Play it cool, Rachel. "I appreciate the offer, Mr Benjamin. I am not a kid & I understand what you mean but I am sorry that I have to turn you down on that. As you can see..." I flash my wedding ring, "I'm a married woman and I respect my union with my husband." ...who is your brother, pfft. "Ouch." "Excuse me." I leave the room hurriedly. As I go downstairs, I can't help but flash back to what I overheard. What kind of family complication is this?

Last time, he'd fallen for Bruno's smooth talking and reluctantly agreed to let him back out of the engagement. But this time, he wasn't falling for it again! "Bottom line, you just want to marry her. What's so great about a divorced woman who can't even have children?" Bradford said with utter disdain. "The Adams and Robinson families have already conceded, the White family is playing ball—we've achieved our objective. This is just you stirring up unnecessary trouble." Bradford looked at Bruno with frustration, thinking how unworthy he was. As a man, not focusing on his political career but instead getting tangled up in romantic nonsense—it was utterly foolish.

He had once said that she could trade the blank coupon for anything he could give her. However, he had long forgotten about it after he had grown up. It turned out that he had only loved Leah after all those years. Brad's chest heaved. Heavy emotions stirred in his chest, and he desperately needed an outlet. He called Leah's number, but he still could not get through. Brad collapsed on the chair. It was as if his strength had been exhausted all of a sudden. She was already married. A ruthless man like James would control every aspect of her life. How would he allow Leah to contact Brad?

"It's time to make this official." "Marcus, this has to be—" My voice broke. "Please tell me you're joking." "Do I look like I'm joking?" He snapped. "I've never been more serious in my life." "We're married. You and I. We’ve been married for five years…" "So what?" His face twisted with disgust. "Five years, and what have you contributed to my life? To this marriage? You're not educated. You didn't finish college. You know nothing about business. You can't hold a conversation with my colleagues without embarrassing yourself."

I expect a bullet to hit me any time now, but he chuckles and turns to Brad instead. “Seventh of October,” Brad blurts out my death date. Two months. Of course. That’s how long you have to remain married in this country for the marriage to be legal. That’s why he agreed to all my terms, future plans and even moving out of his family estate. I was never going to live past our honeymoon. The bastard! My rage spirals out of control at the thought. I have unstrapped my gun and blown Brad’s brains off before my sanity kicked in.

They ate slowly, savoring each bite, their conversation drifting between serious plans for their lives together and playful teasing. After dinner, they walked along the beach, hand in hand. Xavier stopped suddenly, turning to face her, his expression earnest. “Cynthia, these past days have shown me something important. Marriage isn’t just about the big events, the vows, or the parties. It’s about these small moments—quiet mornings, shared laughter, silly fights, and even comfort when one of us is sad. I want all of that with you. Every single day.” Tears pricked Cynthia’s eyes, but she smiled, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I want that too. Every single day with you.

I laughed. "You've been together for that long, and yesterday was the first time you slept together?" A look of disdain appeared at the corner of her lips. "Brad respects himself. He insisted on waiting until we'd been together for a full year before giving me his first time. "I already told you. He's not as promiscuous as you were back then." I struggled to my feet and pointed at her. "Then what about the past year of married life between us?" She no longer bothered hiding anything.

he said. The words cut through the air like a knife, knocking the remaining breath right out of my lungs. I froze, my heart dropping straight into my shoes. "What?" I whispered. "Why?" "I honored my grandfather's final wish for three years, Tabitha," Bradley explained, his tone level, without a single hint of hesitation. "I did what was expected of me. I protected the family legacy, and I gave this marriage a real shot. But now that the three years are up and my promise is fulfilled, I want to spend the rest of my life with the woman I truly love. That woman has always been Rachelle. I'm not going to keep living a lie."

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.

The more you'll walk away with. So I didn't mind taking my time. Back when Brad's father was dying, his only wish before he passed was to see a grandchild. Brad and I tried like crazy to get pregnant. But nothing happened. So we both went to the hospital for tests. But before the results even came back, his father passed away. Brad was destroyed. He cried and fell apart. I watched him suffer, and my heart broke for him. Our marriage was still good then. I was going to wait to tell him the results. But one night, he got completely wasted. He held me, sobbing, asking if his father had died with regrets because of him. Because he couldn't give him a grandchild.