Married To My Best Friend の小説・ストーリー

JAYCE BECKETT Taking my last name was just out of the question, and as much as I tried to brush it off, I just couldn't shake it off. The more the night wore on, the more I felt like this was all becoming terrifyingly real. What if I actually married my best friend for real? Oh God, a lot could go wrong! A lot of things would spiral out of control, and we might not be able to fix it. The thought alone was sending me into a panic, and I couldn't help but asked myself, "what have we gotten ourselves into?"

I asked again and it felt like the roles had been switched. I had been betrayed here, yes I left. Yes, I made mistakes and what I did was not excusable. I understood the need to move on, but to marry my best friend? He married my best friend. “Hello, I’m guessing you are the famous, Amber Marli?” She asked with a wide smile and broke the distance between us. She reached out for a hug and I froze back to the moment when she turned off the oxygen machine and set the room on fire.

But when I looked at her, really looked at her, I couldn't say yes. "No," I said honestly. "I'm not sorry I married you." "Why not?" Because I've been in love with you since we were sixteen, and I'm too much of a coward to tell you. But I couldn't say that, not now and not when everything was already so complicated. "Because you're my best friend," I said instead. "And I'd rather be married to you than anyone else." It wasn't the whole truth. But it was enough. She smiled sadly. "Best friends who sleep in separate rooms and pretend to be in love."

“Callista… do you remember the accident?” “The one that happened five years ago.” Something flickered at the edge of my memory but it slipped away before I could grab it. My chest rose and fell faster. “So let me get this straight,” I said slowly. “My husband married my best friend…” My voice hardened. “…and I’m the only idiot who didn’t know I wasn’t even married anymore?”

As to how she couldn't see herself doing anything feminine so she'd rather do some action in her life than to have an average aim of an average job which pays well and get married to have kids, grow old and die beside her dogs. Though that indeed sounded ironic now as she did marry at an average age, but he didn't quite feel proud enough to call it a marriage for her which consisted entirely of non-existent love, vows and promises. Not to mention some rare sequences of misunderstandings and arguments that ended up creating a huge rift in their friendship. The one time he ever became husband of someone, most ardently- his best friend, he had sucked on so many levels that he didn't quite feel

"Even if you did grow up with him, you lost contact for four years, and he only just returned from overseas. How could your relationship develop so fast?" "But it's the truth. If you don't believe me, you can look into this yourself." "You're supposed to be with me! If you were already married to him, then you cheated on me!" I sighed. "Have you forgotten that I broke up with you earlier today, Grayson? While you and Monica were busy having your fling in bed, Edwin and I went to the city hall. How can you say I cheated?" Edwin did not look surprised when I suggested registering for marriage. He quickly figured out that I was worried about being continuously harassed by Grayson.

In his words, she’s been eager to meet me, and seeing me might “loosen her up a bit.” I had to take a long walk to clear my head and think things through. Because I have a sickening feeling that if I meet Nadia officially—as her husband’s best friend—I’ll never get the chance to be with her again. Nadia might deny it all she wants, but a part of her still clings to that marriage. A part of her still belongs to him. And the truth is…I’m terrified that if it ever comes down to choosing, she’ll pick her husband over me.

Then she burst out laughing and shook her head. “Oh, girl,” she said. “You are in trouble.” I blinked. “What do you mean?” “I mean, you are in deep, deep trouble.” She pointed at me. “You just slept with your husband’s best friend, you said it was the best you have hand in a long time, and now he is staying in your pack house. You are not just in trouble — you are in a whole mess.” I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Because she was right.

He carried Kendra in his strong arms in a matrimonial way, exposing his left ring finger. My eyes darkened at the sight of his wedding ring. Yes, he is a married man, with a wife and two young kids. My right hand took a grip at my purse trying to calm myself up. I hate the fact that my best friend is going out with a married man. But what can I do? When I see them together, everything around them sparkles. They don’t care about anything. They are just happily together. If I might say, they are perfect together, for each other. Their relationship is yes complicated, but a lot damn better than mine.

I pointed out side glancing her, she looked at me and then at the road ahead of us. "Is there anything else you are hiding from me." I inquired. I know I may be overreacting but she's my best friend, I tell her all my secrets so I want her to do the same. I'm not that close with my guy friends, I don't trust them has much as I trust Maria. "I guess we not close." I added when she didn't reply. "No don't say that Jason... we very close, I just..." She trailed off. I don't want her to lie to me...