Novel & Cerita Marry Myself

I’m not just marrying any stranger. I’m marrying my ex.

I couldn’t control the hysteria. “Marry me,”

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

‘I’d like you to marry me. XXX

Sipping my favorite strawberry milkshake Nithya waved her hand to notify me, I smiled and saw another one for me on the table. I wanted to tell her that I going to get married but I am still feeling shy, yeah I am very shy when it comes to love, marriage, etc. But I have to say this or else she will get mad if she finds out on her own, Without having another choice I told them everything and also the tea came while we are chatting and heard my story. They first didn't believe me and teasingly congratulated me but when I said that it's all true they became surprised.

It's just very disturbing knowing I was getting married to someone I don't love. But I chose two gowns after everything, reminding myself I had to do this. . . . …….

“Everything changed the day I met you. I knew at that moment that you were going to be a part of my life in some way. I am glad we figured out so quickly that it was in the best way. You have made my life worth living. You have given me hope, happiness, a family, and a love that is so strong I can barely believe it exists sometimes. We have celebrated many good moments together, and we have survived many difficult ones together. I asked you to marry me once before, and you said yes. Our wedding was beautiful, but when we said our vows ‘forever’ meant a very different thing back then to me. I was young and very mortal. “Ash-” “Bright, I want to say our vows again. I want to promise you foreve

He couldn't understand that I was literally incapable of loving anyone else. "Isla what are your thoughts on marriage and children of your own?" "Marriage is a maybe, but children hell nah. This body was made for the runway and I ain't ruining it for no one." She answered and an idea popped into my head. "Okay hear me out. I know this is crazy, but I want you to marry me. All I ask is that you donate one of your ova so I can give my father a grandchild." I blurted and clenched my jaw. Did I honestly just ask her what I think I just did?

She said after I left. After getting a bottle of water from the fridge, I turned it into a glass tumbler and set it on a tray. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't feel that someone else was present in the room. "You're really keen on downgrading yourself, aren't you?" I could sense the pain from his voice, but what could he have me do? My life would be plunged into a downward trajectory if anyone knew that we were married—contractually. It would have been easier for me if we both loved each other, but love was the last thing that could happen between the both of us.

"Because you are my wife, even though we don't love each other." "We could have just minded our own business because our marriage was forced." "If you didn't want to be my wife, you should have chosen to have me jailed, if you didn't want this kind of setup. I'll take all the blame because we're married. Who will be asked first? Me. Who will be scolded by our parents first? Me. Who will be blamed first if something happens to you? Me. So don't say let's not interfere with each other because we can't. I'll always be the one blamed here. If you wanted freedom, you should have chosen to have me jailed instead of getting married."