Married To The Wrong Woman Novels & Stories

His voice carried across the venue as he spoke about love, commitment, and the journey of marriage. Normally, I would have listened. Today, however, I couldn't care less. Every second felt like an eternity. All I wanted was for the ceremony to end so I could spend every remaining moment beside my wife and the future family we were about to build together. As the pastor continued speaking, I felt a gentle nudge against my arm. Turning my head, I found her smiling up at me. “I guess...” she whispered between chuckles, “I was really lucky to marry the wrong groom back then.”

I have to focus on the real reason why I am here and stop fantasizing about what my life would have been if I am with Cole. In life though I discovered that we don't always get what we want. We can't always be the person we want to be. We tried to do the right thing but ended up doing the wrong thing. We know the right answer but settle for the wrong reasons. I am this type of person and I really wish that I can change but I am stuck. When Cole is involved I can say the right things but still end up doing the wrong things. “You are the woman I love. I don’t want to give a shit about anything else but you. I’ll walk out on my marriage this instant just say the word.” He stated.

Her face didn't move but her eyes turned to ice. "Your what." "My wife. Apparently. From last night. When I was drunk." She turned to look at me with her eyes sharp. "You married this woman while you were drunk?" "It wasn't supposed to be her," I said fast. "It was supposed to be Jessica. The younger one. Something went wrong." "Something went wrong," she repeated. She turned back to Olivia, eyes crawling over her face, her dress, her hands, her hair. "You look like a servant."

Martin demanded, his voice beginning to rise with anger. "I chose to enter a lawful marriage after my previous one had been legally dissolved. My actions are nothing like yours, Martin—having an affair until the other woman became pregnant, then secretly marrying her behind your first wife's back under the pretense of an unregistered marriage. Ironically, you demoted your lawful first wife to second place in your life." Marwan's words cut through Martin like a blade, leaving a deep ache in his heart.

I always thought Jonathan was a naturally reserved person, but he turned out to be completely opposite. I married the wrong guy—but also, Jonathan was the right guy after all. … We finally got home after being away for days. Only then did I learn about the complete chaos the Larkin residence had been in. Joseph couldn't accept that I was now his uncle's wife, and he spent his days drowning his sorrows in drink. Mabel, seeing the good life she envisioned was about to shatter, refused to leave. Lisa, who had long since given up hope on me, was ready to settle for having Mabel as her daughter-in-law. But Joseph wasn't having it. He claimed that he was already married and refused to have another

Maybe she wasn’t. She cocked her head slightly, picking up on my tone. “Let me guess. You’re one of those men who never wants to get married.” “And you’re one of those women who has to get married.” She shrugged. “I don’t have to get married. If it never happens, it never happens. But I want to meet the love of my life, fall madly in love, and sleep beside him for the rest of my life. If that makes me sound boring, I don’t care. If that makes me sound unoriginal, so be it. Marriage to the wrong man sounds terrifying. It could be a trap with no escape, a commitment to misery. I never want to be married for the sake of being married. There would be no point when a man can’t offer me something

A woman stood at the end of the long aisle, wearing a wedding dress, arms locked with an old man. She finally looked up and saw Alessandro, and her smile grew wider. But then… she saw me. Her expression faltered instantly. Not shock. Not even a teeny bit of confusion. Just… pure murder. My own irritation flared to life. Excuse me? What exactly was happening here? I was already being blackmailed into marriage. Why was there another bride? The blonde woman’s gaze slid from me to Alessandro. “Who the fuck is she, Al?

Something colder. “You’re married,” he said. Her breath hitched. “Not to you.” Silence stretched. He did not argue. He did not correct her. He simply watched as the realisation crept across her face, slow and horrifying. She looked down at herself then. At the unfamiliar silk of the nightdress. At the ring on her finger. Her stomach dropped. “This isn’t possible,” she whispered. “It is,” he said calmly. “And it already happened.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing too quickly, dizziness rushing through her. “This was a mistake. Whatever game you think you’re playing, it ends now.”

She straightened her back in the chair and looked at him steadily. "Why?" she asked. Her voice was calm but the sadness in it couldn't be hidden. "Why do you want a divorce all of a sudden? Just tell me why? After everything, you at least owe me that." Maxton looked at the ceiling briefly, then back at her. "We shouldn't have gotten married in the first place," he said with a calm voice. "It was a mistake from the beginning." He paused for a second, then continued. "If we hadn't gotten married, Evan wouldn't have spiraled the way he did, and he would still be alive… None of this would have happened."

We shouldn't have taken your spot just because we wanted wealth and status. "But we've already died three times now. That should count as paying our debt, right? "And as for your life... Maybe it really was just an accident?" At that, I only let out a bitter laugh. "Then why did she lose her mind and run out on our wedding night? If she hurts herself again in the future, won't I still end up buried alongside her? "Maybe I can save her once, but what about after that? Am I supposed to guard her every second for the rest of my life?"