Married To The Wrong Woman Novels & Stories

Imogen felt embarrassed and humiliated, but she still forced a smile. The man continued, "Everyone thought you and Ethan were a couple. You turned down a lot of good men for him, right? In the end, he married Scarlett. Isn't that ironic?" Scarlett said as she smiled, "Hey, my husband and I are living happily now. Don't joke about my husband!"

"If I ever see that wretched woman again, I'll make her pay. I'll make her apologize to you! Alright, alright. Don't cry. You can't let this affect the baby." I remembered that Martha had an incomplete uterine septum, a congenital defect that made pregnancy difficult and miscarriage likely. She had once been deeply ashamed of it, even hiding it from her own family. But to cover up her crimes, she had told everyone that I was the one who had injured her. Now, I finally understood. Out of sheer jealousy, she had stolen my healthy uterus. I shook my head furiously, screaming the truth over and over again. But no one heard me. No one responded.

Black and still very much awake. “Mrs. Hart. You look like your mother. She painted here once, before she married your father. Did you know that?” I did not. He poured espresso. I drank it. He offered biscotti. I left them untouched. “My wife,” he said. “Isabella. Three years ago they told me cancer. I never believed it. She was poisoned. Through her doctor. Through the medication. Adrian wanted my loyalty. He thought if he owned my grief he owned me.”

This had to be a joke! “A right that does not mean sh*t anymore!” A silence then fell in the room and the tension was so thick that it could be sliced with a knife. Everyone sat on various couches except Victor and they kept their thoughts to themselves. “And the bastard?” Victor broke the silence. “I can understand me not being able to be lord of the ford fortune again. I can even understand and acknowledge the fake marriage that you people arranged for Robert to hide the fact that he’s gay and to help the darling over there.” He pointed at Isaac’s mother.

"That would have been a big mistake on your part. Thank God you were wise. This is what many young couples are ignorant of, you can never correct a wrong with wrong. You can never quench fire with fuel. No!! Many marriages have broken up because of 'little foxes that spoiled the vine', very little and insignificant reasons! My aunt's fiance broke up with her because he saw her hugging a man who happened to be her cousin. He concluded that she was flirting with him and even called her a slot! One thing led to another during the intensed argument and the guy slapped her, he assulted her and traumatized her all because of a misunderstanding. Now, my question is; do you know who this supposed la

Helen asked. I looked at them with a frustrated sigh. "You were always pestering me to get a girlfriend or a wife. I wasn't even concerned with getting a girlfriend so I hired someone to be my fake girlfriend. We later fell in love with each other and we're married. It's not my fault." "You married a contracted lady, I don't see that as true love." Helen murmured and I turned to look at her. "True love comes in different forms." I replied and ran up the stairs. Pushing the door open, I found Karen on the bed and I could hear muffled tears from her direction.

No investor had ever cared about such things. No businessman had ever looked at her the way Kyle did. As though he wasn’t interested in her company. As though he was interested in her. The realization made her heartbeat quicken. “No.” She immediately shook her head. Absolutely not. She had already made the mistake of trusting a charming man once. Look where that had gotten her. Divorced. Alone. Separated from her son. A knock interrupted her thoughts. “Come in.” Maria entered carrying a garment bag. The moment she saw Irina’s expression, she grinned.

I finally managed to ask, my voice breaking, terrified, giving up, my pussy closing in. I married a man whom I didn’t know, who’s initially supposed to be a one night stand. And then, he forces me to marry him. After a number of months, he tells me he killed his ex ex-wife. Holy shit! I just promised to not run away. Oh bitch! Promises are bastards. I’m scared but so comfortable with him still. “ She failed to produce an heir. Rather, we failed to produce an heir. I was drunk out of frustration mistakenly killed her,” it was like the devil himself confessing his acts.

“White, elegant, classic; like the kind of woman your family prefers. Don’t tell me you didn’t see them?” Ethan exhaled sharply. “They arrived,” he said in a clipped tone. “But there’s a problem, Lawrence.” “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re already fighting?” Ethan’s voice went cold. “I didn’t marry the woman Grandfather arranged. There was a mix-up.” Silence. Then a low whistle. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” Lawrence burst into laughter. “You mean the man who reviews every document word by word signed a marriage certificate with the wrong woman?”

"Hey, what's up. Thought you should be married by now, Mariam?.. Leah asked. "Married? To who"... she replied. "Your Mr. Right… of course"... Leah replied. "All I have been coming across with is Mr. Wrong. I have been dealt with"... "Really, tell me about it"... Leah listened. "The major and most painful one was Jepperd. Could you imagine that I almost got married to a cheater. I caught him on bed with my friend. I went crazy and sick. Spent two weeks in the hospital and he never came to visit for once or apologize. I had to return the ring to him. He is a foolish man"... Mariam lamented.