I Once Married You Novel Novels & Stories

Whatever it was, it wasn't as fucked up as mine Who is still holding onto a very much married woman who doesn’t even remember me Yvonne had looked straight through me like I was a stranger, and it fucking hurt. “Forget this” I muttered. “Just give me the latest updates.” Thane didn't push further. He filled me in on everything I had missed. Market changes, rivalries, mergers, and new faces in the industry. When we finished, I stood up and shook Thane’s hand. “Hey, Thane,” I called just as I reached the door. “Yes?” “If, let's say, by the time you realized your wife was the one for you, she had already married someone else, what would you have done?”

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

Tamara is looking at her husband like he hung the moon, and he is holding her so close as if someone were going to take her away. “We got married yesterday. Newest addition to the resort.” Tamara says without pulling her eyes away from him. “We also got married yesterday! The same anniversary date, what are the odds!” Ivan says with a laugh. That was yesterday? It feels like so much has happened since then. My own life too changed and stopped following routine. Only for a while though. After this honeymoon, my life will return. “And finally, Paul and Agatha!” Harper gushes. Paul and Agatha giggles, rubbing their noses against each other.

He wouldn’t like it, but there was nothing he could do about it. “We don’t have a traditional marriage… I’ll just leave it at that.” She took a long sip like she was purposely trying to drink in an effort to dissociate herself from reality. “You should go. He’ll be here any minute, and I’ll have a difficult time explaining why your hand is on my thigh.” “Who is he?” “A business associate. Sometimes my husband has me do these deals for him. Says I can be persuasive…”

Turning toward Prince Carlson, I said, "Darling, let's go." He wrapped an arm around my waist, and together we walked away, leaving my mother with a look of utter despair. Behind us, Maggie's hysterical screams rang out, "Alicia! You will die a terrible death! You think marrying a eunuch means safety? He will despise you—" An arrow whistled through the air, cutting her words short. Alongside my mother's startled scream came the muffled crash of a heavy body striking the ground. I paused mid-step, but I did not look back.

And that’s when it hit me. Not with fireworks. Not with fear. Just… a quiet, sharp truth slipping into my thoughts like ice: I’m married. To Aaron Sinclair. For three years. No undo button. No reset. No escape. And the strangest part? I wasn’t scared. I was curious.

“I’m sorry for not informing you of my intention to marry Kate before I did. That was very selfish and petty of me.” “Why did you marry her?” Athena asked Tony as if Kate wasn’t there. “Honestly? It was a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing,” Tony confessed. “But when I thought about it carefully, I realized that Kate was what I needed in my life – a new beginning, a fresh start. I agree that we met and married under unconventional circumstances, but being with Kate finally gave me the will to live.” “The will to live?” Adonis asked in confusion. “Were you dying?”

i muttered, clinking my glass to his in a bitter toast. “Is that so?” He chuckled, his gaze soft and unintrusive. “Not... not all, maybe,” i admitted reluctantly. “But the kind I keep meeting? Yeah. Definitely trash.” I laughed, though there was no humor in my voice. I had been talking too much, I know, but it was as if once I start, there is no stopping. “Seven years of marriage,” i continued, shaking my head, “Gone in an instant, and for what? A spark with an old lover, my stepsister!” I looked away, focusing on the golden lights. “Turns out I was... disposable.”

Marco asks, bewildered, "Who the fuck would want to marry you?" "A lot of people, actually," I roll my eyes and cross my arms, "You wish you were as desirable as I am." "Ah, so you're finally not a virgin anymore?" Isaim scoffs at me. "No, I'm sorry for leaving you all alone in the virgin club," I reply and then my eyes return to Theo, who is still confused. "You guys will laugh, but I married a whore. Like, a literal whore." "Oh God," Theo covers his face, "You went and got some omega pregnant, didn't you? Poor girl."

She had a very small stature and looked a lot like a woman who was still trying to do things for herself. “You never mentioned it…” he mumbled, his head shaking. “Ah… sorry. I am married,” she said again. “But, I like you…” he had blurted before he thought of his words again. Now that she was married, he never should have told her that. “I have liked you since the first day that I saw you.” “Excuse me?” She raised a brow. “I just said I was married…” she faked a smile. “And is it a crime that I profess my feelings to a married woman?”