Love After Marriage Chinese Mga Nobela at Kwento

Belva said curtly and was about to walk away but Hego held her hand, pulling her tightly. “Then whose child is it? Have you married abroad?” Hego asked with great curiosity. Belva threw Hego's hand away roughly, "None of your business. Whether I want to remarry or not, it has nothing to do with you." Hego narrowed his eyes angrily then asked again, "Could it be that you ran away from marriage five years ago because you already had a lover behind my back?" he accused unreasonably. Belva smiled sideways and faced Hego with her chin held high.

“Lorenzo has sacrificed so much for you! You should be ashamed of yourself.” “Ashamed?” I replied incredulously. “I’m ashamed of how he’s treated me! This isn’t love; it’s betrayal.” She scoffed at my words, her face contorting in anger. “You think you’re better than him? You think you can just walk away from your marriage because you’re feeling sorry for yourself?” “I’m not walking away lightly,” I said firmly, trying to hold my ground despite her intimidation. “This is about my happiness too.” “Your happiness?” she laughed harshly. “What about Lorenzo’s? He deserves better than a wife who can’t appreciate what he does for her!”

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

This could be the start of something new, something exciting. Snapping my fingers in front of Sophia's face, I bring her back to reality. "Girl," I say, trying to suppress a smile. "He's gone." Sophia blinks, her gaze finally leaving the spot where Adrian had stood. "He is exciting though," she admits, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Yeah, he is," I agree, my mind replaying our conversation. "And he's fine. His perfume... it's so charming." Sophia laughs, her loud personality filling the grand hall. "Men!" she exclaims, shaking her head. "Well, Ella, it seems like you've caught the attention of the most eligible bachelor in San Francisco."

"Mm, perform then!" The performers played a familiar piece called Mariage d’Amour. When Jian Jianan watched them perform, she was reminded of the scene of her marriage to Gu Mocheng. He held her hand and walked slowly toward the priest, while repeating his love for her over and over again in his sexy voice. He promised to hold her hands and grow old together with her, vowing to be with her until they were grey-haired and had grandchildren. Although she never had any music when she ate with Gu Mocheng, they were still very happy.

Mom commented. I lazily shrugged a shoulder, "blame it on love." Dad chuckled as he exchanged glances with Mom whose eyes were widened in surprise. Gee, I was expecting shock. "Love? You, Amara?" "Maybe if you didn't try forcing me into early marriages, you would have found out that I was capable of falling in love." Lies, all lies. I wasn't capable and even if I was, it would be the last thing I did. "You are in love with James McKenna," Dad's tune rose as his chest rose and fell, "James McKenna of all people, are you fucking stupid?"

I screamed anxiously, but he ignored me and continued planting kisses on my thighs. He soon began moving up slowly and sensually sending shivers down my spine. " Why are you doing this to me, I'm married!" I shouted, hoping to make him back out from this sinful pleasure, but all he did was respond with his annoying chuckle. " That makes it more exciting," he replied, and my heart sank. He began to kiss my V, he teased my clit repeatedly and my body vibrated in pleasure. " What the hell are you doing to me?" I questioned angrily trying to cover up my moans.

Zou decided to take a nap to let go of all his thoughts. *** June 19, 2021, the day when the marriage of two people who are forced to each other is held. A marriage that should be based on love and affection, a marriage that should be welcomed happily by the bride and groom. Now on the contrary, there is no love and affection. There was no look of happiness on their faces, only compulsion that enveloped them. "Waahh sis Zou, you are very beautiful," said a beautician who was on duty to help Zou get ready.

Lieu Song Lien sat on Lac Hong Hao's lap, her hand lifted his chin. "Long time no see, my love. Do I miss you? We lost contact so badly.” She lightly kissed Lac Hong Hao's lips. “Still want to do. Habits are hard to break.” “Is love no longer interested in you? Unfortunately, I am no longer interested in you. That night we burned so much that I also have a bit of nostalgia but it's just the past, now teasing you is the top criterion." "Who said that night I made love with you? That person isn't me?"

After so many years of searching and searching, she seemed to have finally found the right one for her son. For a year she was looking for the right wife for her son who had clocked 26 and became a nightmare to girls. The pain of his girlfriend breaking his heart and marrying his friend turned him into a monster who never saw ladies the same way again. All girls are cheaters in his eyes, and the most he could do was have sex with them and dump them like refuse. He strongly detested them, and the last thing he had in mind was falling in love, not to mention marriage.