Married To The Wrong Woman Novels & Stories

He’s going to worship the ground she walks on and love her dearly for the rest of her life. Funny how we both got married at the same time and while they are out there having the time of their life on their beautiful honeymoon, I’m here crying silently in the closet after getting all the imaginable insults hurled at me by my husband. That should have been me too, on my honeymoon, but I loved the wrong man. “Ruby, admit it for once, you made the wrong choice. You’re in love with the wrong man.” I thought to myself and the tears started flowing again.

Ethan joked. Eric raised a brow slightly. “How?” Eric asked. “You are now almost married, and I am still single,” Ethan replied. Eric shook his head slightly. “No way, we are not married yet,” Eric said. Ethan looked genuinely surprised. “Why? You have waited seventeen years for her, now that you have found her, what is stopping you from making her yours officially?” Ethan asked. Eric leaned back in his seat slowly. “I am not in a hurry, we are taking our time… getting to know each other,” Eric replied.

I whispered. “You know what they say—don’t believe everything you see.” He cupped my face, thumbs wiping at the tears I hadn’t realized were falling. “It was photoshopped. I don’t know who or why, but I’ll find out.” I sniffed. “You forgot my birthday.” The words came out small and cracked. Isaac’s shoulders dropped. “It slipped my mind. I had that big case, the one with the hedge-fund guy—” “Work,” I cut in, voice rising. “It’s always work. That’s all it’s going to be when we’re married, isn’t it? You at the office until midnight, me waiting up like some sad little wife.”

A shallow satisfaction at being admired. What I felt for Rory, the racing heart, the ache when she was hurt, the moments when I truly wanted to spend my entire life with her, those were real. I had been wrong. Wrong about everything. Wrong beyond repair. What I lost wasn’t some Donna. It wasn’t a workaholic who could fix every problem for me. What I lost was the only woman who would have pulled me back from that rooftop and walked beside me all the way to the top of the world.

My frustration increased. The female lead rejected the man who genuinely cared about her. She ignored her friends. Ignored her family. Ignored every warning presented to her. Then eventually accepted a marriage proposal from the obviously dishonest candidate. I sat upright. “No.” Katherine was already laughing. “No?” “No.” I pointed at the screen. “She cannot possibly be this stupid.” “Luciano.” “She has witnessed him lie six separate times.” “You're supposed to enjoy the story.” “I am not enjoying this.” The woman married the wrong man.

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

Adefunke went out and he got all her drugs, and he bought different types of hard drugs, and he kept the In the house, and whenever she likes, she takes her drugs pretending to be taking her routine drugs, Three weeks of their marriage, Damilola didn't moves closer to her, he didn't touch her, Damilola fell Into deep thought, and he said within himself, “I tried my best to discourage this girl, but she refused to be discouraged, and now, we are married, even If I separated from her, my profile and Information will be labeled separated from his wife, They have already tag me a married man, and If I divorce her, I will be labeled a divorcee, and If I abandon her In this house, I will be labele

So I'm not the only one who doesn't like this setup. I know that even if they don't say what they are talking about it is really obvious that they are planning the future for us. That they reconcile us. "Same here. I never wanted this kind of set up." I answered him. Because even I don't like it. I already told myself that if I was given the opportunity to get married at the right time and opportunity. I wanted it to be for the man that I truly love. Not this kind of marriage for convenience. Where is the love there if this happens?

My eyes met hers and she stepped back. "You.Are.Coming.With.Me." I say through clenched teeth. She opens her mouth to speak but a man appears. "She said no." The man says, wrapping an arm around me. His actions bothered me for two reasons; One,Aria flinched at her touch. Two,he was being an inconvenience. I give him a bored look. "She's my wife and I'm not a fan of polygamy." I spoke. "Well she said no." He replies. "Who are you?" I asked on edge. I had no energy to deal with him.

Irina “Oh my fucking God!” I blatted out, walking as quickly as my feet could. I didn't try to look back in the room that I stormed out to. “Alonzo Waldorf. I married the wrong man. H-How did that happen?” I combed through my head for an answer, but nada! “Irina, you finally answered! Where are you? What happened to your little scheme? Did Damian's uncle say yes to marrying you?” “Are you in the hotel?”