I Married Mga Nobela at Kwento

A lot of deals had come in, and she needed to think deeply about them before making a decision on what or not she was going to do. ~ ~ “ Hey hubby,” Ida hugged her husband when he came out from the shower. They had married a couple of months ago after Raelyn’s burial. “ Hubby huh? I love the sound of that,” he smiled. Recalling all what they had been through before getting to this stage. It had been one hell of a rollercoaster ride.

Husband and wife. Meaning I was married. No. No, that couldn't be right. The memory shattered, and I gasped, my body jerking back to reality. My hands clutched at the closet door, nails digging into the wood. My heart slammed against my ribs, a wild, frantic rhythm. That wasn't a dream. That wasn't my imagination. It was real. I had been married. A cold wave of disbelief crashed over me. I could barely breathe around the weight of it. My fingers tightened against the closet, grounding myself, but the truth had already sunk in. This wasn't some fragmented illusion. This was my life.

2 Rosie I was married. I was married against my will, with my eyes wide open. I didn’t even notice how and when we left the church, but all I knew was that now I was standing inside a beautiful luxury condo with my new husband. A husband I had somehow gained from a day’s work.

Who the heck is getting married? "Dylan…." "Wait, hold on, the both of you are pranking, me right? This is the biggest joke of the season". I interrupted my Dad who was trying to say something. "This is not a prank Dylan, it's for the best and you must do it. You will get married". He said with finality. "Oh well, fuck the company and the best I don't need it. I am already successful without the company". I said angrily walking out of the house.

Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lupine magic—has now reached its final chapter. Drew and Jette’s journey unfolded through moonlit forests, ancient grudges, and surprising twists. Your unwavering support, your laughter shared in secret, and your whispered encouragement fueled my imagination.

he murmurs, his voice warm against my skin. “Yeah,” I reply, opening my eyes to look at him. “But I’m not scared anymore. Not with you.” He smiles, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go anywhere. Not now, not ever.” I lean in and kiss him, soft and sweet, but full of everything I can’t say. Ignoring the crowd, they can watch for I care. I'm married. We are married! The music seems to swell in the background as we pull apart, but I don’t care. It’s just him and me, in this moment, in our world.

I posted the photos on my personal I* with the caption, first lunch with my new friends and colleagues. While we were eating, my phone got a notification. I opened it and saw James' name on it. He sends me a direct message on I*. I opened it out of curiosity. Since that night, I haven't got any messages or calls from him, except for his sudden visit to Mara’s house when I was sharing the news with them. My eyes widen when I saw the content of his message. ‘Does that guy know you're married?’

In the past, Isma used to protest loudly and attribute her prohibition to my college major. She did shut her mouth and waved her hand in front of her face, but her gaze still hadn't left me. Damn. "You guys aren't married yet?" She casually tugged at my fingers, like she was looking for something there. "Fiancé." I snorted, regretting the words without evidence. Neither Maureen nor I were wearing engagement rings. It was left in my room, I don't know exactly where it was lying the last time we undressed each other before parting ways.

I cut Marina's sad remarks short. "I am a married man," I informed her firmly, attempting to persuade her that her emotions were misplaced. "She isn't your true love, not your true mate, by the law, the pronouncement of wonder, she isn't even the bride, she's just a random girl you married," stated Marina, attempting to undermine my marriage to my wife. "Who told you that?" I inquired, curious about Marina's source of knowledge. "You would have boasted about it if she was your true mate or the bride by law," remarked Marina, trying to raise questions in my mind.

“I’ve been calling you, and you didn’t seem to hear me. You suddenly started daydreaming. Are you sure you’re okay? We should go home now?” “No, no, it’s okay. I want to stay here for a few more minutes. And—” I took a deep breath, controlling the negative thoughts plaguing my mind. “Are you sure my husband has his own private yacht here?” “Yup, you didn’t know about that?” “I mean, well, we just got married, and my relationship with Miron is still relatively new, so I’m still figuring him out, you know what I mean.” Mariyam smiled, not knowing what it meant. She nodded, validating my feelings.