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I asked, my voice trembling. Patrick took a deep breath. "Our families have been friends for years, and I've always admired you, Catt. Our companies have been partners for nearly two decades now. Given the close ties between our families, I want to ask you to marry me. I promise to be the best husband you could ever ask for. I'll do my best to-" "No." I cut him off. Patrick's smile faltered. "N-no?" I raised my hand, displaying the engagement ring on my finger. "I'm getting married to someone else."

She spoke without restraint, "Who are you to interrogate me like this? Patricia's ex-husband? Why do you care about who she goes out to dinner with? What's it to you? Even though you divorced her, does that mean she's not allowed to date someone else?!" Her words undoubtedly confirmed Martin's suspicion. His eyes narrowed and the air around them gradually grew thin.

“You can be independent and out of my hands.” “Katy, are you for real? You’re not afraid that my café will be more successful than yours?” Beverley asked movingly. It felt like there was no one as good as Katy. The woman laughed as if she had just heard something ridiculous. “Come on. This cafe of mine won’t be my major source of income. Why? Because I’m getting married to a nice guy. I won’t be short of money even if the cafe is empty.” “You’re getting married? To whom?” Beverley became even more surprised. “Don’t tell me that man is....”

His chocolate brown hair that usually was kept pulled up in a tight bun, now flowed down to his shoulders. Patrick simply shrugged, entering the room after them before he closed the door. "She's fine, and to answer your question, Phoebe. No, I am not married, but maybe one day if I ever find my person." He replied with a friendly smile, walking over to his stool before pushing it closer to the patient's table where Phoebe was already waiting. "I see that you two have found your person and, soon, you'll be adding a third."

Heartbroken over Katherine leaving him, Gabriel spent day and night drowning his sorrows in bars. In a drunken haze, he'd accidentally slept with me. I got pregnant, and somehow the two of us ended up getting married. Our early days were simple, but we got along well, and he gradually began to feel the warmth of having a family. But a month into the marriage, Gabriel received a call from Katherine. She was devastated, saying that she had been drugged by someone while studying abroad. When she went for a checkup, she found out that she had already been pregnant.

On the eve of my wedding, my friends threw a joint bachelor and bachelorette party for Natalie Cole and me at a bar. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. The bottle landed on me first. My younger brother, Kayden Wilson, grinned. "I dare you to take off your pants. Let's see what you've got." The whole table immediately erupted in cheers. I glanced at Natalie, but she kept her head down and continued scrolling through her phone without a word. Hence, I took off my pants and stood there in nothing but my underwear. In the second round, the bottle landed on me again. My sister, Hannah Wilson, raised her glass and asked half-jokingly, "Logan, I dare you

The truth, raw and unadorned, spilled from William Jackson's lips. Cathleen's grasp tightened around her cup, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that settled in her bones. Xavier Knight—cold, ruthless, dominant—was now her husband, a man who lived shrouded in shadows, his disdain for love as palpable as the ring on her finger. A marriage that was born not of passion or tenderness but of strategic retreats and familial chess moves.

Kate shook her head, “I want to go with you. I don’t want to go to our house for the first time alone.” Ken groaned. This was the problem with marriage. You don’t just make decision for yourself any longer, there was someone to consider while making your decisions. “It will be best for you, if you follow my instructions. Jack will take you home, while I conduct the business I have.” Kate blinked having no idea what she was supposed to say. Her husband didn’t want to spend their wedding day together. She was supposed to just go home, and do what?

I lowered my eyes to the piano and announced, "Apologies, but I don't do secret affairs, and I won't marry a divorced man. Please leave, Mr. Lane." After my repeated humiliating dismissals, Holden finally lost his temper. "Serena, all the elites know we've been together for years. Our parents have met, and I've lived in your house. If you don't marry me, who else could you possibly marry?" With that, he stormed off in anger.

he patted Patrick’s back as he walked ahead of us. We reached outside the airport, Patrick opened his car and stared at me. I was frowning and I had my hands crossed over my chest. “Your wife?” He pinched his nose sniffing as he looked around. “Yeah. My girlfriend, isn’t that close to being my wife?” I gritted my teeth. Patrick was — damn it. “Weren’t you trying to elope, though?” He asked, raising his brows, his tone raised as he glared at me.