Married To A Stranger Mga Nobela at Kwento

She offhandedly said. I stilled, "what do you mean?" She suddenly turned around, "I don't know, we got married but it felt like I had been living with a stranger. You were so caught up in Lyra's case that you forgot that I was standing there and suddenly, I got news that you're here with your old friend. Okay, you wanted some time away from your responsibilities and probably your obsession with Lyra's case and so I decided to join you, that maybe we woukd reignite the fire between us but I only met a man, my husband, who wants me gone?"

He was looking at me arrogantly, as if challenging a fight in the corner. "I know," I answered, making him even more irritated. "Iya just told me, then she likes Gavyn... Gavyn knows that I'm already married." He tasted it. "Who is your wife then?" I smiled at him. "No more, we've been separated for a long time." He was embarrassed by my answer. He knew as well as he was my husband when I was just pretending. He didn't say anything and we continued to eat. I also just paid attention to what he ordered.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped ajar. 'I... I'm pregnant?..' Val didn't doubt for a second that it was true. Was it her scum ex-husband then? No. She was certain that it wasn't. She could only think of the wild raw sex that she had with that stranger with no protection whatsoever. She didn't even need to ask how long she'd been gone for, she hadn't seen her menstrual flow through the month either, now that she thought about it. But rather, what really concerned Val was her newfound life. Clearly, she was pregnant for a stranger, someone whom she didn't even know his name and probably would never meet again. Was she to keep the child or abort it?

I’m not just marrying any stranger. I’m marrying my ex.

He was probably the only family I had left, and I was willing to do anything to keep him safe, even if it meant sacrificing my happiness. I tried not to stare ahead as I walked along the rose-petal-strewn path toward the altar, where Callum Turner stood. As I drew closer, the reality of the situation began to sink in. I was getting married… to a stranger. And not just any stranger… but to Callum Turner. For some reason, I found myself wishing I had ended up with Mark instead. Even if I had discovered the betrayal later, I could have opted for a divorce and eventually been free… but this was different.

We hadn’t spoken in a few weeks, and I knew she’d be curious about my new life at my aunt’s house. “Hey, Clara!” Rachel’s familiar voice greeted me. “Finally, you pick up. I was starting to think you forgot about me.” I laughed, settling into my bed. “Never. Things have just been… busy.” “Busy? What could possibly be keeping you busy in suburbia?” she teased. I hesitated, feeling a smile tug at my lips. “Well, I met someone.” There was a pause on the other end before Rachel practically squealed. “Excuse me? And you’re just telling me now? Spill everything!”

Days past and final it’s was the day The day where Maya Adams makes Vow to be married to a stranger she knows nothing about. Maya was in her wedding dress she looked all pretty but with a sad face then her stepmother walked into the room looking at her saying you look nice Aunty Doris I don’t think I can do this said Maya

He kept his eyes on the road, his tone distant. Sophia could see the discomfort flicker across his face. A pang of guilt gripped her as she realized she had probably put this innocent stranger into a tight corner with her burden. But his words rang in her ears once again and she began to wonder why Liam had agreed to this unplanned marriage. Was it just pity or something more? Who would agree to such bizarre conditions all in the name of ‘helping’ someone? Especially someone who was a total stranger. She didn't know if he was her savior or the beginning of another nightmare. Also, she couldn't tell which version of him was real—the stern stranger, the reluctant groom, or the man who almost s

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.”