Married To The Wrong Woman Novels & Stories

"Of course I am! Do not come to me again! Whatever we both did last night was a mistake!" The man was surprised. He did not see that coming. In the next second, she opened the door and alighted. There was nothing the poor man could do at that moment and just put on his clothes and drove off. ****** "What have I done?! Oh, my God! A married woman?! When did this one start?! What am I going to do now?! Oh, God! Just how am I going to face my husband from now henceforth?! This is so wrong!"

answered Greyson. Paris paused not believing it is a good idea to be in his room. She felt rather uncomfortable about the thought of it. "I'll wait until you've completed the portrait," said Paris. "Why Ms. Paris, are you too afarid to enter my room?" asked Greyson. "Of course not," Paris lied. "Then come on then," uttered Greyson. Paris took a single step from her room and then stopped. "I'm sorry Mr. Greyson, as a married woman I just feel it is wrong to be locked in a room with a man I'm not married to, It's just the way I was brought up," explained Paris.

I lied; that was the only way to tell her what was bothering me. “A case? What kind of case would make you look so worried and restless?” I sighed and thought of a way to say it to her. “Two best friends brought a case to me…” I trailed off. “Yes, go on.” She urged. “The first friend is married to a woman who isn’t his mate. The lady was indebted to him, so to pay him, the man asked the woman to marry him so she could pay off her debt by her body. He has been with this woman for a couple of weeks, and suddenly, the second friend is claiming that the woman the first friend got married to is his mate.” I paused and saw that Aunt was confused.

’ Her eyes didn’t leave the spot the maid took before disappearing into the kitchen. ‘Gosh, can we not talk about that right now?’ I slapped my hands to my face ‘It changed since the wedding night I saw them; I was vexed at first. But I came to realize that the idea of maids wasn’t that bad after all. Xavier didn’t want me stressing’ ‘I grew up believing that maids stole husbands, but these ones I have Xavier rarely speaks to them. At least, I haven’t seen him speak to them before. If he also wants to, I am sure it would be purely work stuff, so I have nothing to worry about’

“My fault?! How the hell is you-falling-for-the-wrong-woman my fault?” Because he’d made trusting-someone and opening-up-to-them look okay. “You know what? Fuck you,” I spat, surging to my feet so I could push him a step back. “I had a system. And it worked. Sleep with them and move on. No strings, no ties, no complications. As long as everyone agreed, it worked like a damn dream. Until you had to go and get married, making me think, you know what, maybe there is someone out there I can trust not to be our mother and shit all over me. So I finally let one woman in, and look at what the hell happened. She just shit all over me. Thanks a fucking lot for that. I just really appreciate the wrong

"I’m a married woman with a son! I don’t know what any of you are talking about! Take this madman and get out!" "Madman?" Noel’s voice cracked like something inside him shattered. I could feel the headache pounding behind my eyes, feel my heartbeat in my throat. "Married?" Noel repeated, voice barely above a whisper. "With… a child?" His breathing picked up. He staggered back. "Vienna… did you just call me a madman? And what do you mean you’re married? W-we just lost our baby. You had complications. I left the hospital to get your things. What do you mean married?”

Yes, we didn’t start right—but didn’t we find something real along the way? I thought what we had was finally becoming real. I thought we were finally falling for each other. But I was wrong. And now, my husband… was going to marry another woman.

he said. “Why?” I don’t get it and to be honest, it’s not a good idea to be around each other this much. I don’t want any distractions. My main goal is to finish these two years and walk away with my family’s legacy. “We are married. People expect us to be in love. Everyone knows that I’m not exactly a one-woman man and no woman has been able to tie me down-” I cut him off before he could finish his sentence, “In other words, they know that you’re a manwhore.”

"I loved Craig and he decided that his secretary was a better choice." "How long were you engaged?" "Long enough for me to be selecting china." Stefan groaned. "The guy was a moron." "Yes, well, I take great comfort that his marriage to her didn't last as long as our engagement, but then about two years later I grew stupid again." "Falling in love is not stupid." "No, it's not. Marriage to the wrong person for the wrong reasons is." Stefan held his temper. Why did she think that just because they'd created a beautiful child before marriage they were so wrong for each other? "What did the second guy do?"

“The one we are sleeping in at home. It’s wrong for a couple to live differently.” He laughed. Kate paused to stare at his white teeth, and the dimple at the side of his cheek. “You don’t need to bother yourself. We are not like a real couple. I only needed you to close a deal. Just go on your things, and I will continue doing mine.” Kate felt blood rushed to her head. She found it hard to believe he had just uttered those words to him. “So, why did you marry me?’