Novel & Cerita Married To The Wrong Woman

"Wait, your ex-husband's getting married? You're marrying him alongside another woman? And you want to be the first to consummate the marriage?" "Has the world gone completely mad? The only thing I haven't seen at this point is a ghost." "If this isn't scripted... Ma'am, you've got one hell of a mindset." "So, polygamy has made a comeback? Hey man, start a seminar. I'll listen to everything you say!" "What kind of brainwashing is this? Madam, snap her out of it! Don't embarrass us women like this!" "Some of us don't even have a wife, and this guy's marrying two? He's a legend!"

In those twenty minutes, I'm sure that I've gotten twenty thousand questions about his whereabouts. I wish I could tell them that my husband vanished because he doesn't want anything to do with me. Because he thinks that this marriage is a fùcking mistake. A marriage that was his idea - not mine - his! A marriage that I refused at first. But because I desperately wanted revenge, I signed the fùcking contract. Now karma has come to bite my ass.

I can see the shock and disappointment on the woman's face and her embarrassment. "I-I-I'm sorry, I-I was wrong about the church I went to," said the woman, biting her lower lip. I lost hope that the marriage would not work. Wasteful! Someone was supposed to be against our marriage but it turned out to be a false alarm. "Go ahead with the wedding. S-sorry again. I'm sorry," the woman repeated, then turned and quickly left the church. Everyone inside, heaved a sigh of relief, even the priest who fell shocked with the woman who just entered to stop the wedding, and in the end, it turned out that she entered the wrong church. Leche! I thought I could survive this marriage.

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

To compound things, I was now married to the wrong man and had to get that marriage annulled. Clearly, marriage and I just did not get along. When had I become a walking Friends episode, with me being the Ross Geller of the group? Nobody wanted to be Ross. How wrong can your latest husband be when he made you come harder than your ex ever did? I pushed that thought aside. Just because Liam had magic, clit-rubbing fingers did not make him my knight in shining armor or my soulmate. Sex was one thing; love was another. “Well, you can totally use all of my wedding stuff. You could even wear my dress, if you wanted,” I said to Dani.

“This is the reason I’m telling you to make your marriage work out, Diana he’s your husband, your man.” “Don’t you get it, Harmony, I’ve lost even before starting you said he’s my man and husband, which husband had sex with his wife on their wedding night and gave her pills the next morning, telling her it was a mistake, and he wouldn’t have touched me if he wasn’t drugged and since then, he hasn’t touched me.

One of the other trustees, a woman, leaned forward. "Can you prove that, Mrs. Reed?" "I, " "Because," The woman continued, "Unless you can demonstrate that this marriage is not legal, is not binding, or is fraudulent in some prosecutable way, there's nothing to be done about it. Miss Reed was married before her twenty-fifth birthday. The condition of your late husband's will has been met." Veronica stood there for a long moment. I could see her working through her options, running calculations, looking for a way out.

"What bothers me is that I can't stop thinking about you. That I see you everywhere. That I married the wrong woman because I was too proud to admit I'd made a mistake with the right one." Jesus. He actually rehearsed that. "I'm married," I say. "To someone you barely know." "You don't know what I know about him." "I know it happened fast. I know there are rumors—" "What rumors?" He hesitates. "Nothing. Just people talking." "What are people saying, Julian?" "That maybe it wasn't... that maybe the marriage was more practical than romantic." He reaches across the table, doesn't quite touch my hand. "I'm not judging. I'm just saying if you need a way out—"

Lena found it on her break at the pharmacy, sent to her by her colleague Mara with a string of question marks and no other context. The column was titled *The Billionaire's Mystery Wife* and ran to four paragraphs that managed to say nothing factually incorrect while implying everything damaging. It described Caiden Black's sudden marriage to an unnamed woman with two service-industry jobs and no social media presence. It noted the speed of the union. It quoted an unnamed source close to the couple who described the relationship as *unconventional from the start.* It ended with a question about whether the Black family's flagship company would be affected by its CEO's private life becoming p

The fact that this was a penthouse, at night, and I was alone with the one most powerful man in the city. "No," I breathed. "No, no, no…" Armstrong stepped closer. "I need company. For the night. I was very clear with your boss… about what I was looking for." The room tilted. I backed away, shaking my head. "There's been a mistake. I'm married. I have a husband. I thought this was a job job…a real job…" "This is a real job," Armstrong said, and there was something almost gentle in his voice now. "Just not the kind you were expecting."