Married To The Wrong Woman Novels & Stories

Like the way, every single person slips away from my life. She only married to me so that she can fool me in believing lies and then help her father to won the project. In those fucking seven days, it wasn’t happiness which she gave me instead it was the trick she used against me to distract me from all of my office related works. Fuck. It was all my fault. It was all my fault to believe in her fake act.

"Little tricks? Come on, with the way you are speaking, one would think that I was doing anything to you. Meanwhile, I am just trying to get through to you, and all you've done is ignore me." "Maljore Smith," I say her name but try to be as quiet as possible. "It is over between us; I am married..." "To the wrong woman, you are supposed to be my husband and I your wife. That is the only order of things," she said in a narrowed, scary tone. "You try to change things, then you get what you get." "You don't want me to act; in fact, the last thing you want is that," I say, and she laughs again.

She just wanted to say it aloud to someone other than herself. "I...loved the wrong man." Kendrick's severe brows lowered a bit, "He hurt you?"+ She shook her head, "No. He was already married."12 "Oh," the giant looked away, never guessing that was the reason. "His name was Valluen. He was handsome, upper-class, and romantic. We'd known each other since childhood because our fathers worked together. I still loved him even though he was married. And I think...he still loved me too. But his wife caught us together. She was furious and had me arrested for trespassing." She explained.1

It raised something deep inside, leaving me shaken and confused. Had he loved me all this time? All those years I was married to his best friend? Two years had passed. Two years of choosing Dominic. Two years of loving a man who never truly saw me. And all along, Dante had been there: quiet, watching, and remembering. He saw me in ways Dominic never even tried to. My lips trembled as the truth sank in. I had married the wrong man. The wrong man… while the right one had always been just a few steps away.

Author's POV "They are coming in two weeks" Marona got up and started walking back and forth. "And look at my life." Mikhail leaned back on the bed and rested on his elbows while looking at her. "What's wrong with your life?" He asked casually. "What's wrong with my life?" She looked at him in disbelief. "I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..."

A year of being legally married to a man she had met at a gallery opening, spoken to for approximately two hours, had sex with in a courtyard, and had now climbed out of a window to avoid. She was not going to think about the courtyard right now. The commission payment. The first installment. It would have hit her account already, or would soon. If she contested the marriage, went to a lawyer and said this is wrong, the dissolution conditions voided everything. The commission. The acquisition contract. The warehouse number. All of it. She stopped walking. The night market finished its business around her. A van pulled out to her left. Two vendors talked over the last of a display of printed

I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. The scream built in my throat. Raw and desperate. I let it out. Not loud enough for the whole house to hear. But loud enough for the empty room to swallow it. Alone in this massive bedroom. Married to the wrong Marlowe. Trapped by paper and lies and a choice that had never really been mine. The echo of my scream faded into silence. But the fury remained. And the trap felt tighter than ever.

Not only do I not know him, I don’t understand him, and I’m afraid I don’t much like him. I don’t like my husband. It’s like a clanging in my ears. A death knell. I have made a monumental, humongous, terrifying mistake. I have an instinctive, desperate longing for Fliss, but at the same time I realize I can never, never admit this to her. I’ll have to stay married to Ben and pretend everything’s OK till the end of my days. It’s too embarrassing otherwise. OK. So that’s my fate. I feel quite calm about it. I married the wrong man and must simply live with it in misery forever. There’s no other way.

"I am tired of all the fighting, the lies and pain. Please, just let me go. This marriage was a mistake from the beginning. Just a huge, terrible mistake. I never wanted to marry you. Just a few days after my divorce from your cousin, you forced me to marry you after making a deal with my father. Now that I have disowned my father, the deal should be off." The moment the word "mistake" left my lips, Reid’s whole expression changed and his softness vanished. It was immediately replaced by something dark and possessive. In the blink of an eye, he pinned me against the wall with his body pressing hard against mine. He caged me in with his arms. I gasped and my heart leaped into my throat. "Do n

"I'm too tired to tell you everything. But to make the story short, I gambled." "You gambled? With Terrence Gray?" "He was a collateral damage. I just mistakenly married him because of some stupid and complicated game of fate. He helped me get the company back and in exchange, I'll stay with him for a year." When I looked at Georgina again, her lips were parted. I groaned. "Come on, Georgiana…" "It doesn't make sense, Em. Why would you mistakenly marry him? I mean…he was at your wedding?" I chuckled after remembering the situation. "It was the other way around, Georgina. I was at his wedding."