Novel & Cerita Married To My Best Friend

Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lupine magic—has now reached its final chapter. Drew and Jette’s journey unfolded through moonlit forests, ancient grudges, and surprising twists. Your unwavering support, your laughter shared in secret, and your whispered encouragement fueled my imagination.

I admitted. “Huh? What do you mean you can’t? Does he have to locked up?” She asked curiously, “Is he there? Can he hear me? Is this call on speakerphone?” Her voice sounded like a whisper in that last one. “No, he doesn’t.” I lied. “Oh! Back to why I can’t come and get you.” She said, demanding an explanation. “The thing is, um…” I stammered, a little nervous. It was hard telling someone you are married. Especially if that person happens to be your best friend.

She had posted wedding photos of her and Cody with a caption. [After everything we've been through, it was you all along.] I received a message from her the very next second. [Naomi, I know Cody and I have wronged you, but you're still my best friend. I really hope you'll come to our wedding and give us your blessing.] A digital wedding invitation followed. I stared at the screen as my grip slowly tightened around the phone. How could they still be together openly and happily after hurting me so deeply? Why did I still have to endure other people's judgment because of them and even after leaving Cody?

Then, it looked like a wrong thing to do but now it is perfect. I have him, my children, and my friends. They are my family. All these couldn't have been possible if I didn't marry ‘my sister's husband’

He feels like the closest thing I’ve had to a home since I ran away from home. I run my fingers through his hair and pause as the rock shines under the dim light. We’re married. This impossible man is now my husband. Not Simona. Mine. I kiss the top of his head, my lips lingering there for a second too long. Will I ever get used to this feeling? Alessandro might look like he’s too possessive of me, but I’m worse. I can’t handle seeing him with another woman, if he had tried to get married to Simona there was a high possibility of me turning up and ruining the wedding.

, he said and I laughed. "Get this....Fred isn't my husband...he's just....", I said, stopping mid-sentence. I really didn't know what to say... A friend...we barely knew things about each other, I won't call that friendship. A fling....I just told him I was married. I guess the friend does sound better. "He's just a friend I haven't seen in a while, you happened to look like him just a little bit", I said. "And yes, and my husband had to step out, someone needed to see him.

They are truly my best friends “Well how is married life. Speaking of vagina? Are you and the missus having a fun game of fuck in every square in of the penthouse?” Allister asks. “We are doing quite well. Thank you for asking.” I leave it vague. “Bullshit I didn’t come here for this act. It’s already weird enough how we, your best friends had to find out you up and married her. With no rhyme or reason. Now you really think you will get to be secretive. We are best friends. We are invested in this marriage too.” Allister adds ever the poet.

He even had the guts to prove it to me and make my life a living hell and two days later he got married to my best friend . I had never seen a couple more cruel and wicked than my ex and my best friend , they had destroyed me in the most inhuman way that I could ever think of and never did I think that something as cruel as this was ever going to be my portion , I thought that they loved me . Immediately after their marriage , the both of them went on their honeymoon. I knew that it was of no use thinking about them again , but I couldn’t help it. These few weeks my parents had been doing everything in their power to make sure that I am comfortable and I knew

“Give us the details. We want tips. I want a rich man too. Who wants to stay glued to a desk all the days of their life? That's miserable.” A chorus of laughter followed, and I smiled sweetly. “There’s really no secret. He’s my best friend. They say marry your friend, right? I just happened to marry mine.” Their gasps were theatrical. “Aww,” one of them said, clasping her hands together. “That’s actually so cute.” “Cute?” Susan echoed, smirking. “No. That’s suspiciously perfect.” I gave her a look. “Trust me, it’s not. He’s infuriating.”

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?"