Novel & Cerita Married To The Wrong Woman

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.

“What if you are actually married to man of your dreams?” “It was a mistake. A clerical error, most likely,” I said. “Someone down at city hall must have put a check mark in the wrong place. Whoever I’m married to is most likely supposed to be married to someone else.” Maria inched closer to me and lowered her voice so others couldn’t hear, “But what about Vegas?” I covered my face with both hands and groaned. Would I ever outlive that embarrassment? It was bad enough that I had a one night stand. Would I have been so irresponsible to actually marry someone?

He had been thinking about her all day, despite telling himself not to. In the front seat, Sam glanced over. “Sir… maybe slow down a bit.” Ryan didn’t reply. Then, after a pause— “Why do people get married?” he asked suddenly. Sam blinked. “Sir?” “Marriage is… it’s like voluntary torture. Why do people walk into it willingly?” Sam chuckled nervously. “I guess… when it’s with the right person, it’s beautiful.” Ryan snorted. “Giselle pisses me off every single day. Ever since she lost her memory, it’s like she’s always pretending to be this… sweet, fragile woman. It’s pathetic.”

I started to speak, only for my mother’s sharp “No!” to whip through the air. She staggered toward me, a shadow of the woman who once ruled our home with melancholic sunlight. Her blue eyes were sunken, ringed in sleepless grey and her movements lacked purpose. Uncle Marco had taken over, arranged another marriage – my marriage – without my consent. And even my mom didn't know this and neither did I want her to. “You will not involve yourself. Do you hear me?” she hissed, yanking free of Matteo’s grip, and her fingers clamped around my forearm.

My nails dug into my palms until they threatened to break skin. Eloise’s voice slipped in, soft and cutting. “We should pity her, darling. Look at her. She doesn’t even realize she’s nothing but a pawn.” She leaned closer to him, her perfume thick and suffocating even across the room. “But don’t worry. She won’t matter once we’re married. The world will forget she ever existed.” Married. The word sliced through me, sharper than any prison shiv. My throat closed. For months I had clung to the tiny ember of hope that maybe—just maybe—Adrian hadn’t abandoned me. That maybe there was some mistake, some twist that would undo the betrayal.

Well, it was a sapphire, but you get the idea. “She didn’t want us to get rings but I had to get her something, right?” I have no words. “How do you feel knowing that you’re married to a woman who has a child with another man?” Matako asked. Of course, she was going to do this. “I should ask you how you feel knowing that you're marrying a man who has a child with another woman. But if you must know, it didn’t stop me from wanting her to be my wife. And I didn’t want to be rude but since you tried to insult my wife, all manners are out of the door. Normally, when a man goes after another woman, the other woman is either prettier or younger than the one he’s with. Anyone with eyes can see that

“Do you know what I'm thinking right now?” I folded my arms across my chest and put on a gentle expression as he confided in me. “My best friend just got married. Before this, he didn't believe in love; in fact, he vowed never to get married. Until he met his current wife. Seeing him reminded me of my marriage. I didn't have the sincere attraction that I saw in my friend's eyes when he looked at his wife. I realized more and more that I married the wrong woman,” Leopold replied with a sharp intake of breath. I'm sure he's feeling a great deal of emotional turmoil right now.

He looked at her with a furrowed brow. There's no way she could attain such misinformation on her own. “ You know, didn't you? That she's married. There's no way you wouldn't know that,” she said knowing the type of grandson she has, “ So you’re getting married to a married woman? Who is most likely to have a child?” “ Did she tell you? The lady who claimed to be her best friend?” “ Does it matter?” She dropped the certificate on the table, looking all gloomy, “ I'm sorry that I pushed you too hard. I feel like this is my fault, if I hadn't pressured you into having a wife, then you wouldn't have gotten together with a married woman,”

“Why are you damn acting like this again? I thought we were okay last night.” “That was a mistake. We shouldn’t have done that.” “Fuck this!” he cursed through gritted teeth. “Let’s not do it again.” “Just like that? You’re going to throw it all away?” “It was just a kiss!” The heat rushed to her cheeks when realized what she had blurted out! “You can’t fight for me!” Disappointment was evident in his voice, She didn’t respond. What was there to fight for when they’d been wrong from the start? Having children with another man while still married was already a huge mistake. How could she dare make another one?

I deadpanned. "To be fair, it was really early, and he looked like a god," she remarked. "Jesus, Thea! You signed a contract saying that Adam and I are married!" I said exasperatingly. "I DID?" "Yes! He accidentally got married in Vegas and now his new wife is suing him for everything he owns," I explained. "Woah, what a witch! What's he going to do?" She sympathized. "More like what am I going to do," I lamented.