Marriage Of Another Life Novels & Stories

This Alexander the one who didn't know what he'd done yet was showing more emotion than the man I'd married ever had. "They're memories," I said quietly. "You just don't know it yet." "That's impossible." "So is dreaming about someone's death before it happens." He stared at me. "You died?" "In another timeline. Another life. And you were there. Not physically, but you were the reason I was on that road, in that storm, with divorce papers in my hand." "We were married?" "For three miserable years." Alexander took a step back like I'd slapped him. "I don't understand."

“That’s a very convenient answer for the only person in this room who still has all the memories.” That landed more accurately than I liked. I set the glass down again, this time a little too hard. “The past doesn’t change anything now.” “You think that?” “I know.” “Do you?” “Yeah.” I shrugged. “We were married, then we weren’t. Life moved on. I built GALA, you had a helicopter crash with spectacularly dramatic timing, and now somehow we’re married again because your bride decided a disappearing act sounded more interesting than the ceremony. That’s the short version.”

Ella was at a loss for words, and after a long silence, she broke down and begged, "Jim, I'll go right now and end this pregnancy, like it never happened. Can't we just try for another baby?" I looked at her like she was out of her mind and said slowly, "Even if you were the last woman on earth, I wouldn't want you after you've cheated." Ella seemed not to grasp what I was saying and screamed desperately, "However, now you're blind in one eye, a monster, a cripple. Who else would marry you but me?" I could not help but laugh bitterly. "I'd rather stay single for the rest of my life than concern myself with you."

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

Back to normal life. But we're different now. Married. Committed. Ready for whatever comes. Together. Always together. Finally. I journal that night: "Two weeks married. Honeymoon over. Real life begins tomorrow. And I'm ready. We're ready. The peace we found at the coast—we're bringing it home. We're building a life that includes joy, not just survival. That prioritizes us, not just crisis management. We're married. Actually married. And it feels right. Completely right. Finally right. Tomorrow, reality. But we're ready. Together. Always together. Forever."

No matter what excuse I used to keep her by my side, all it took was one phone call from Shawn, and she'd rush to him without a second thought—rain or shine, hot or cold. The care that once belonged to me, the patience she once gave me—she handed all of it over to him. As for me, all I got were cold looks and endless complaints. Even so, I still couldn't let go. So I proposed again. This time, she said yes. But on the very day we were supposed to get married, she ditched me for Shawn once more. And the moment I saw their marriage certificate, I knew it was finally time to wake up.

Three years of my life given for a crime I didn’t commit and he still thinks I owe Elise. Nothing. Nothing will ever be enough. When I turned away from the door, my cheeks were wet. --- Later that night, I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, and thought about marriage. Not the kind Adrian had promised—a "good match" to some Alpha who would own me, control me, punish me. But the kind that would let me leave. If I was married, I would belong to my husband. Not to Adrian. Not to the Olsens. I would be someone else's responsibility—someone else's problem. And if I chose carefully, I could find someone who would let me live in peace.

Marrying her arch enemy is her greatest misfortune in life. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Attribution Book cover designed by Freepik Sensual couple photo created by valuavitaly - www.freepik.com Check my other books: Love Of His Life: The Playboy Fell Head Over Heels In Love Falling In Love With Her Prince Charming Again

I whispered. “Marriage is marriage,” he said, walking toward me. “There is no fake marriage in this universe. Even those people who get married by signing contract papers. They are married after saying “I do,” the same thing that we did an hour ago. Once you murder someone, there is no going back to the life that you had before, right?” He raised his brows. “You are a murderer for life. In the same way, once you recite the vows, you are married and there is no going back to the life you had before. And it applies to both of us.” He stopped an inch away from me. “We are husband and wife, and this is our house. Our life starts from this moment, and we can’t go back from this.” He took a strain

“Good. But there's one rule; no questions.” I nod. Marrying a man rumoured to be anything but a human may be much better than spending the rest of my life among lunatics in a human-sized cage. What may lie in wait? Either victory, romance, or insanity…