Novel & Cerita Mike He Menikah

… I never went to church on the wedding day. Instead, I sat aboard my private jet with my phone on silent. Missed calls appeared on my screen one after another. I answered none of them. At exactly ten o’clock, the giant screen inside the church lit up on schedule. The first video was an audio recording from the tattoo studio. Julie’s voice echoed through the sanctuary. “Zach, if I hadn’t left back then, would we have gotten married in a church in Sicily?” Zach’s answer followed. “We would have.”

We were left alone with her and my nerves were playing all sorts of tricks on me. "Let's go straight to the point, shall we?" she asked and we both nodded our head in agreement. She turned to her bag immediately and brought out a news paper, then she handed it to us. Connor took the paper and stared at her, then back to the paper and then her again. We didn't understand what we were supposed to do with it. "Read" she commanded and my eyes immediately ran to the paper. "WEDDING BELLS RINGS AS JORDAN CHASE, SON OF LIAM CHASE IS SOON TO BE MARRIED"Was the first headline I saw but even as I read through the newspaper, I didn't see anything that was beyond normal.

“Don’t be. She was right because you deserve to be married. Whether or not I deserve to have you as my wife is still up for debate, but I’m going to do my best to make you happy Eva, I promise you that.” I look up into his face and his blue gaze meets mine, his determination taking my breath away. “I know. I promise to try and be the best wife to you I can too.” He smiles and kisses me gently. Then, we hear the partition slide down and Mike announces cheerily, “We’re here, folks.” I sigh and sit up, checking my hair and make-up in my compact. All things considered, I look remarkably pulled together still. But then, I look over at Jonathan and smile.

explained the old lady. “Wait, Miss. I have to talk to him,” explained Jette. *** Knocks on the door. “Jette???” asked Drew. He hugged her so tight and cried a lot. *** They talked with each other and asked for forgiveness. *** Jette’s Mom has finally been healed from severe depression. Everything is perfect for Jette. *** Christmas eve, Drew came over their house. “Jette, let’s get married this coming year,” said Drew. “Of course, we’re not getting any younger,” said Jette.

“We men who initially felt so perfect and could conquer any woman, will eventually give up on women who make us curious half to death. Makes us guess, then without realizing it has fallen into such deep love.” “Is that how you felt about your wife?” “It is exactly like that,” Mike replied satisfied. “And that is the happiest thing in my life.” Aaron studied Mike and smiled. “You're lucky.” “And it looks like you too, considering that you will marry the woman you love.” “Well, I'm lucky, even though so many painful secrets from the past haunt me. I still hope things won't turn to me later and destroy me.” “What do you mean, Aaron?” Mike's voice turned alert.

Francis used their marriage and her love just to protect the woman he truly cared about. Cecelia stumbled her way home, empty and numb. She simply let the grief and sense of betrayal tear her apart. - A few days passed. Cecelia's phone chimed, and she almost grabbed and unlocked it on instinct. It was Melody's latest post on her social media, published fifteen minutes ago. No words, just a live photo. In the warm light of a fancy restaurant, there's a man's hand, pouring red wine for her; a shiny ring is visible on his finger.

"I love you". Ethan said to his wife as they danced. Some of their guests were looking at them and they were happy for Ethan. "I love you more cupcake". She smiled. "Congratulations to us". He said. "Hmm. Finally, we can rest". She mused. "Should we go somewhere for our honeymoon?". He asked while they were still dancing. Some of their guests and most senior staff were also dancing with their wives, except Liam. Liam was by himself standing with some people.

His dark eyes pierced at me as he continued walking towards me, surprisingly when he reached where I stood, he opened the door and walked out. Shocked, I turned around to look at the already closed door. Did he just leave? I thought out loudly. I was scared to the bone thinking he was coming to meet me. Phew! I sighed, taking in a deep breath, and sat on the big comfy bed, taking in the sight of the beautifully decorated room. There was a black keyboard and a red guitar across the room which I guessed he used for his music rehearsals. I sighed and buried my head in my palms, I still couldn't believe it was official, I was married to Dylan. I needed to start getting used to it.

The groom was carrying the bride, who was covered by a veil, into the elevator. The third video was from the 8th-floor elevator lobby. The hallway had been decorated with colorful ribbons, and the groom was carrying the bride, with a large group of people following behind. Because he was carrying the bride, the groom kept his head down as he walked, only raising it slightly when he exited the elevator. With just one glance, I recognized him. It was my ex-boyfriend who I broke up with two and a half years ago.

“To the courthouse. This is the last straw. I do not care what his family thinks. I do not care about that fucking election. I am ending this cursed marriage today.” “While I’m happy about that but the courthouse would have closed by now. You can go tomorrow.” “How could he be so blinded by her pretense?! She was obviously faking a cry. She obviously made herself fall! How could I have fallen for such a man before? How could I have gotten married to such a fool!” I let out, frustratedly. Milena hugged me. “It’s okay. Don’t beat yourself too much over it. Tomorrow, get those papers and get this hell of a marriage annulled. You’d start your life all over again, things would get better and I’d