Romans & histoires I Married My First Love

She asked and I laughed, "umm.. on a serious note... no..." Then I became serious... "Ummhh... I Don't see myself with anyone else but you... when I saw you back then at high school, shit was impossible... but you showed me something I never thought existed. You thought me what real love is and that's the best gift one could give to someone... you know four years ago when I found out that you loved me too, I wanted to marry you instantly.. but you know how complicated things were... but truth is with you I have never felt so complete in my life.. I honestly appreciate your presence in my life and I really appreciate you waiting so long and giving me another shot at love. I know I don't say i

I rubbed my stomach as I kept laughing. There was no way I was going back to that house. I tapped the search bar on my phone in a bid to look for cheap accommodation. I stared at the top stories column with blurred vision. The one at the top position read “Billionaire Eliott Wisconsin's Marriage Invitation.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and tapped on it. The photos popped up and I almost lost my balance. Right there was my dear husband who I divorced a few hours ago wrapping his arms around my sister's waist. Her left hand was raised and on the fourth finger laid a beautiful ring. I tapped on a video and I cried as I watched the video. They announced their wedding in a video which was uplo

Martin proposed which earned a glare from me. But then he smiled at me, telling me he had things under control. On the other hand, my father seemed to be considering Martin’s words and I had to make him decide. “Father…” I whined, going behind his desk, I took his hand and shook it a little. “Martin is my first husband and I loved him so much. He was my first love.” “When I found out it was all a misunderstanding, I realized I still loved him.” I glanced at Martin, to see his eyes twinkling in happiness.

Whether I liked it or not I had to come to terms with the fact that something was up, he'd been weird lately but I hadn't a single idea. I folded my legs up against my chest and wrapped my arms around them to stop the fidgeting. I was more than troubled, our wedding I was looking forward to was right around the corner and I didn't want anything to ruin it. Alias was not only my fiancé but my first love, it was ‘love at first sight’ to be more precise. The moment I laid my eyes on him after coming home from the orphanage all those years ago, I just knew he was the one for me.

Christian said with confidence as he took another shot of his tequila. Sebastian could feel his patience reaching its limit. He wasn’t ready to lose his temper for an irrelevant person like Christian. He therefore took another shot of tequila to calm himself. “Charlotte is my wife. She will never be yours. But you can go ahead building castles in the air.” “She may be your wife but I am and will always be her first love. Charlotte can never forget me. She had all her firsts with me; ‘all her firsts’ Sebastian,” Christian repeated so Sebastian could catch on to what he was implying.

But fate played a cruel trick, bringing his first love back on the same day. I looked at my reflection in the mirror—red-rimmed eyes and a pale complexion stared back at me. Well, Mallory was wrong about one thing. Though my marriage to Ashton had started as a business arrangement, over the course of these five years, I had grown to care for him. For the first two years of our marriage, we treated each other with politeness, maintaining a distance. Nothing intimate happened between us. I knew his heart still belonged to Mallory back then.

◇MEHAK POV◇ finally I'm married I know the circumstances of our love he came near me to separate me and lucky by thinking we both are lovers but ended up falling for me a first misunderstanding between us made our bond more stronger he given a confidence to me that he will never leave me at any cost even if he hates me he wont leave me later our past haunted us made us to get separated still our bond is more stronger than the so called past so we are together even after all these years finally we both ended up being wife and husband though it's not my first time still I'm shy as this is first time we are gonna unite as wife and husband he is a miracle in my life who'll think a girl like me f

Hence, under their pressure, he eventually married me instead. Yet, even after all this time, even after we were already married, I still never got him to love me. I could pretty much guess who the woman he was talking to on the phone was. It had to be Esme Barrett, his first love. The first time I had seriously considered divorce was also because of her. Back then, we had just gotten married, and we went to my mom's place for dinner. She knew he loved seafood, so she would always get up early to go to the fish market and prepare all kinds of ingredients. Then, she would come home to cook him a huge spread.

When I reached the carpet where they were, I pinched his chubby cheeks, earning a giggle from him. "Here you go, my love." "Yey!" Caleb's arms immediately circled around my waist as soon as my eldest turned around as he enjoyed the sandwich I prepared for them. He was lying on the carpet and used his arm as a pillow. His eyes were bright as he looked at me lovingly. Eight years have passed since I married him and my love started to become stronger as the years passed by. It wasn't an easy journey for us, especially in our first few years of marriage.

I smiled and kissed her forehead which made her cheeks rosier. “Purvi, I know that our marriage is not what everyone wanted. I decided to marry you after that incident and you married me because your parents practically forced you into it. But…” I trailed off didn’t know what and how to say further. “Now we have to look forward. Moving further in our lives. TOGETHER”. She completed my sentence while looking into my eyes. She placed her hand on my left cheek and said, “It could be difficult but not impossible. I know Mayra is your first love and you are not my first man and…” she was saying when I cut her in.