I Married Novels & Stories

I trailed off, knowing I was not supposed to speak back, but my tongue had a mind of its own. He stared at me without a change of expression on his face. "You are getting married today."

Impossible to ignore once you noticed it. You’re married, it whispered. I swallowed. I was married. Not pretending. Not role-playing. Not signing paperwork with crossed fingers and silent prayers that no one would look too closely. Actually married. Ivy Sloan Hart. I opened my eyes again, staring at the ceiling as the weight of everything that wasn’t settled pressed in.

It does not thrill us with our marriage. I am aware. The day will come. The two of us will also separate. Sadly, we just really got married. That alarmed me to a text message I read, and I didn’t know from whom. +63968872 **** You are already married. Isn't that weird? Free Who did it come from?

"Even if you did grow up with him, you lost contact for four years, and he only just returned from overseas. How could your relationship develop so fast?" "But it's the truth. If you don't believe me, you can look into this yourself." "You're supposed to be with me! If you were already married to him, then you cheated on me!" I sighed. "Have you forgotten that I broke up with you earlier today, Grayson? While you and Monica were busy having your fling in bed, Edwin and I went to the city hall. How can you say I cheated?" Edwin did not look surprised when I suggested registering for marriage. He quickly figured out that I was worried about being continuously harassed by Grayson.

She left it at that. He cocked a brow. “That’s it?” “Pretty much.” “Well, have you taken any big steps? Moved in together? Bought a house? Gotten engaged?” Irene looked at him with feigned shock. “It’s a tad bit early for that, don’t you think? It’s been a little two months since we became official.” “Me and my wife only dated two weeks before we got married,” he argued, his voice taking a passionate tone. “It was the best decision of my life. We were married for thirty-four years before I lost her to cancer.”

Not far, just to the edge of the grove where we could have a moment alone. "I can't believe we're actually married," I said, leaning against him. "Mated," Darius corrected. "But yes. Finally. No more ceremonies. No more politics. Just us." "Just us," I repeated, and it sounded perfect.

My pulse quickened as I watched Laura watching me with her parents, her radiant smile and sparkling eyes making her more beautiful than ever. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement to make," I began, my voice bold and enthusiastic. "As you all know, Laura and I were married a few months ago, but unfortunately, our marriage didn't work out. But through the struggles and the heartache, I've come to realize something very important."

Ian would have been much better for me. “I don’t care what your reason is, but you can’t call me unless I ping first. I’m married now. You read the newspapers, right? I have a feeling that my wife wouldn’t take the news that I’m with other people good-naturedly.” I pointed out smartly. She sighed. “I committed a blunder, then?” “Yes, you did.” I agreed. There was a pinch of silence. “I would you see you when I get back. Make sure you wear one of those slutty lingeries,” I said easily.

Charlotte had expected that Christian would say such a thing and thus, she was not surprised when she heard his obnoxious statement. "Listen Christian, I'm happy you survived and I'm happy that you regained your memories, I truly am. But, we cannot be together ever again." "Why?!" Christian exclaimed. "Well in case you haven't noticed, I'm married," Charlotte pointed out. Christian reached forward and grabbed her shoulder causing her to gasp in fear. "That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone."

Adrian POV The interview plays three times before I turn the screen off. Not because I need to hear the words again. Because I need to understand why they matter. The office falls silent when the broadcast disappears. The only sound left is the quiet hum of the city outside the glass walls. Lydia’s voice still lingers in the room. “The man I married doesn’t need a perfect past to deserve loyalty.” Most people defend their partners carefully in public. Polite statements. Controlled language.