Is Matthew Gray Gubler Married Novels & Stories

"So, they agreed to help them if they get into any trouble, financially, but the Landers would just take their word for it, they had a contract made where it states that if any of the parties are in financial trouble, both parties would agree to help through marital agreement." "I was supposed to be the one who would marry Grayson." Zab suddenly said. "But at that time I was already with Charlie and Zoe and Gavin were not together yet." "Then why did you still have the relationship with Gavin? You even introduced Grayson to us." Gabby said, her voice a lot calmer than before. "Grayson and I, both don't want the marriage to happen. He's in love with someone else and I'm in love with your brot

“Seirra. Fellow artist. Fellow sufferer under the iron heel of our editor.” His jaw tightened. It wasn’t jealousy—Grayson Pittman didn’t do jealousy. It was something quieter, colder, like a man annoyed he’d been forgotten in his own house. “She’s married,” I added, because apparently my survival instincts were still functional. “And currently proposing to a British actor via I*******m, so unless you think I’m into long-distance third-wheeling, there’s nothing to be suspicious about.” His gaze lingered another second before sliding away, as if he’d decided I wasn’t worth a boardroom execution—today. “You should focus on your work,” he said, stepping further in.

Elias narrowed his eyes. It seemed that she really didn't remember anything about five years ago. They chatted for a while, and Matthew came back. Obviously, he had not slept all night, and his face was full of haggardness. Gian looked at him with a cold face. "You didn't come home last night. What happened to you?" "Where did you go?" "I made a decision." Matthew took a deep breath, stood in front of his family, and said calmly, "I'm going to get married in a few days."

~~~DIANA~~~ {30 Minutes Later} "Aren't you married, Mr. Grayson?" I ask, turning slightly in my seat so I can look him in the face. Grayson gives me his smooth little smile, the kind guys use when they think they’re being charming. He shifts closer to me, his arm still resting on the back of my chair. “I’m in the process of divorcing my wife, actually. Papers are almost finalized. It’s been a long time coming.”

“Chlo! Don’t say it that way. After all, you’re the mother of my daughter. Now that I have a son and a daughter, you should be happy for me, right?” Matthew’s face radiated charm, and he seemed content. To me, however, he looked like a pile of garbage. Onlookers were already whispering, and I felt like he had slapped my face in front of everyone. “Regardless of our past, our children bear the Murphy name, right? Can’t we coexist like a family?” Matthew continued to play the part of the repentant ex-husband. I felt exasperated. “You might not know yet, but I’ve taken on two major projects. I was thinking about discussing them with you. Why don’t we join forces and work on them together?”

“Hubby, this is not a misunderstanding, you begged for me to come back and now I’m here. Our son needs his mother after all.” Silence, as thick as a year long unattended forest, settled over the room. Grayson’s eyes met mine, sadness, worry and a silent plea, but neither of it mattered. He had a wife, he was still married to his ex, the same ex that he had been strung on for years even after their separation, the same ex with whom he had a son he loves more than his own life. And now she was back, to take back her home.

ARIANA I stared at Mathew, my mind spinning as I tried to process his words. “Wait,” I said, cutting him off, my voice laced with disbelief, “who did you say brought you here?” Mathew looked at me with a calm, steady gaze, his eyes filled with concern. “Your husband,” he repeated gently, as if saying my husband would somehow make it more believable. I blinked, my heart skipping a beat. Grayson? The same man who hadn’t bothered to show his face in four days? The same man who left me alone, broken, and grieving? Why would he do that? It didn’t make sense. Nothing about this made sense.

“Tell me something real, Caleb. What’s going on with you?” Shit, Tony’s face flashes in my head. His laugh, his hazel green eyes, how he’s always yearning for Luke. I might like him, but it’s a knot I can’t untie, not when he’s so wrapped up in someone else. I take a swig, dodging the truth. “You know," I start, the words feeling loose and unburdened by the whiskey, "I gave Matt a blow job last week at Rose’s Christmas party." Her eyes go wide, not angry, just shocked. “Matt? Like, our Matt?” she whispers, leaning closer. “He’s married, Caleb. To a guy. You know I’ve met his husband right?.”

“Oh, I don’t know what happened to that man. They were indeed only under an arranged marriage for the sake of business, but I knew that Gray truly liked his wife. He never told me anything but his actions told me so. He might not be always at home but he cared. He always asked me what Jane wanted, how was Jane while he was gone, if Jane was well taken care of, and would never fail to send gifts to her. The only time he failed to do so was during one of Jane’s birthday…” I froze in my seat as I heard what the hell she just said. Is she talking about one of my dream where I freaking saw her? It was my birthday and I waited for Gray to come and he never did. Was that really a dream or one of my

“I didn’t know—I didn’t know if you were still alive. I didn’t know if you were ever coming back.” Matthew let out a bitter laugh, his eyes glistening. “But I did, Eloise. I fucking did.” His voice cracked at the last word, and for a second, the anger in his gaze flickered—replaced by something far more painful. “And I came back to find out that the love of my life… is now married to my brother.” Eloise gasped at his words, but Matthew just shook his head, stepping back. “Matthew,” she whispered, reaching out for him again.