I Once Married You Novel Novels & Stories

Imogene Scott I can’t believe I’m married. Married. Again. To Damien. The words don’t fit inside my mind. They slip and slide away, refusing to stick. I feel like I’m still dreaming, or maybe playing dress-up in a life that isn’t really mine. Damien’s hand in mine feels real, though. His fingers are warm as he leads me toward the hotel room. I’m still trying to make sense of what just happened—the vows, the kiss, the ring on my finger—but none of it feels real yet. None of it is registering:

I hated my life. I sank into my bed as I admired the tattoo on my hand. Maybe all my bad fortune came from getting married to a man that’s over twenty years older than I am, and actually praying to see him again, even once; and then finally seeing him again but he’s married with two beautiful kids, and he can’t remember who I am, and then wishing that I our own marriage was legal and out to the world; maybe it started from all that.

“I get it. Life hasn’t been kind to either of us, has it?” Isabelle tilted her head, intrigued. “What do you mean?” Mary Jane leaned back, her gaze turning distant. “I was married once. Thought it would last forever. But my husband… he ran off with someone else, leaving me with our child and no explanation.” Isabelle’s heart softened. “I’m sorry. That must have been awful.” “It was,” Mary Jane admitted. “But it taught me how strong I could be. And now, I work hard to give my son the life he deserves.”

This news destroyed Ian. Ian dashed madly into my office. "Are you really getting married?" His eyes were red as he stared at me like a beast that had been cornered. "Why are you rushing into it? This is revenge against me, isn't it?" I put my documents down on the table and looked at him calmly. "I'm not taking revenge against you, Ian. I'm just serious about starting a new life, a life without you in it." Ian stumbled. "No… I don't believe you… You're not allowed to marry another man! You're mine! You can only be mine!" He suddenly lunged forward in an attempt to hug me.

I was getting married, and the groom was my cousin’s boyfriend. But on the wedding day, I was not the bride. I was tied up in the dressing room while the celebration went on outside. Suddenly, the wedding march stopped, and the wedding turned chaotic. I sat in my wheelchair and waited for someone to save me and for the person who did this to me to get punished. After all, the best part always happened at the end! Just then, the door opened. “Police!”

My skin burned, but the woman in front of me had hurt me far worse. I wondered, 'Why would she lie to me if she no longer loves me? Did she think I deserved this treatment just because I was a complete doormat in the past? Or is she just worried she's going to lose her free maid and a useful tool to make herself look good in front of her friends?' I looked at her and let out an icy laugh. Then, I asked her, deliberately enunciating each word slowly and clearly, "Did we really get married? Am I really listed as your spouse on your wedding certificate?"

"Willow, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Out of nowhere, my nose started to sting and my eyes welled up with tears. I never imagined I would meet someone who looked at me like I was their whole world. And I certainly never thought that an arranged marriage would lead me to somewhere I felt safe and loved instead of completely miserable. When the officiant asked if I was willing to marry Nathan, I didn't hesitate. I nodded and said yes. The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!"

His brows drew together as his fingers flipped a page back and forth, pausing. “What is it?” I asked, moving closer and taking a seat beside him. He placed the dusty book in my hands, pointing at a specific page. “This has got to mean something,” he murmured as I read through the last words my mom had written in her diary. I read it out loud: “I live with a stranger. This wasn’t Vinichi, this wasn’t the man I married. The man I married would have known my middle name, which I told only him. But I asked today, and he snapped because he didn’t know. I need to understand what’s happening to my marriage.”

“So… what are you going to do now, married girl? ୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ Would Izzy finally break her marriage… or try to resist the pull of Victoria Lang?

SLOANE Now, I may not have my memories, but I'm not stupid. I figured from the way his workers look at me that this marriage is a sham. But damn, leaving me on our wedding night? I force a smile so cold. It could give the Denali Mountain a run for its money. “Oh? So that’s why he disappeared?” I tilt my head toward Ian. “Saving damsels in distress while his bride slept alone on her wedding night?” Ian doesn’t give me any emotion. He just watches me with those unreadable eyes, but his hand tightens slightly around the glass.