Novel & Cerita More Than A Married Couple Chapter 68

“Let's not dwell on the past. We can move forward and look forward to being parents.” I nod as I wrap my hands around his neck and bury my face in his chest. We have yet to go for the honeymoon, and I know it's mostly because he's planning something, but I don't know what. Evans and Aisha have gotten a bit closer, and I can say she wants a relationship with her son. I'm yet to see them, and I don't plan to anytime soon. Marie has been supportive of him through this process, and that tells me a lot about how she feels about him. I am thrilled she feels that way.

"Get over here and apologize to Adam so we can put this whole thing behind us." The nurses and the patients in the next bed over were watching with their jaws on the floor. But my voice didn't soften, not even a little. "Mom, Dad, I'm not confused, and I'm not being impulsive. I mean every word. This marriage is over." I pulled out the divorce papers I'd already prepared and held them out to Adam, my voice cold. "Sign." Gerald couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed his hand on the bedrail and pointed at me.

“You ordered pizza. You could’ve just said you wanted food and it would’ve been made for you.” I glared at him. “So what? Should I really have to inform an old woman to prepare...” “She’s not just an old woman,” he snapped, cutting me off. “She’s the chief maid here. If you need anything, you ask her.” I smirked bitterly, folding my arms across my chest. Why was he acting like he cared? Pretending like my comfort mattered to him? We both knew this marriage wasn’t about love. It wasn’t even about us. It was about our parents and their endless, suffocating expectations.

“They love us.” And they did. Messy, loud, overprotective— But real. And as we drove down that long gravel driveway, back toward our little world of figuring-it-out, I realized something I hadn’t said out loud yet. We didn’t just get married. We got family. And they might’ve blessed our hearts through gritted teeth, but they blessed us all the same. Chapter 119 – The Story of Us Harper’s POV By the time we parked in front of Jaxon’s parents’ house, it looked like somebody had thrown a

"All this just because I made you stand in the rain on New Year's Eve?" I cut her off, already tired of her spinning the narrative. "Stand in the rain? That's what you think this is about? Wow. You really do believe the world revolves around you, don't you? Who said I even wanted a kid with you? "We agreed before marriage that Ethan was going to be my only child. And don't pretend you didn't know how much I cared. You knew damn well. But you never trusted me. Never treated me like your husband. Not once did you talk to me like an equal. Even now, you act like you're still above me. Like all you have to do is snap your fingers and I'll come crawling back, just to play babysitter for free."

Seth cut to the chase, giving me no chance to back out. I couldn't hold back the tears this time. They started falling, and I nodded wholeheartedly. After three months, Rupert got out and pretty much disappeared. I heard he and Mavis were fighting over the divorce, but honestly, I couldn't care less how it turned out. A year later, once we decided to be together for good, Seth took me to the city hall to get married. He knew exactly what I needed and always gave his all to make it happen. Even though the best time of my life had its share of regrets, it ended up just right.

"This is worse than Mason flirting with her." "I'm not flirting," Mason said quickly, but his grin was huge. "Not right now, at least." Christian shook his head like he'd seen enough. "We came here for lunch, not… whatever this is." "What, you can't handle a married couple liking each other?" Alice teased, leaning just enough into Travis's arm for it to be obvious. Liam pressed a hand to his chest dramatically. "No. It burns. I'm melting. Y'all are so cheesy. Heats the next thing you're going to do now. Full on make out with each other in front of us?"

I took out a document from my pocket to show them my and Edwin's marriage certificate. "Open your eyes wide and look at this. Edwin and I are married. Why would I care about a man like Grayson? As for me pushing Monica over the deck, well, there are surveillance cameras all over this yacht. I'll get permission to check the footage right now!" Everyone started talking about this while Grayson rushed to me in a mad dash when he saw the document in my hand. "Marriage certificate? What are you talking about? Why would you and Edwin have such a document?"

“About my marriage.” Her father’s hand paused mid-page turn. He finally looked up, his expression unreadable, though there was a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. “There is nothing to discuss,” he replied, his tone cold and final. Emily’s fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. She swallowed, feeling the lump of frustration rising in her throat.

A man with grey hair filling every bit of his head, and a beard that trailed all the way to his neck. That smile of his, pulled a set of crooked teeth for the eyes to behold, not to forget the splotches that lined his tongue. “We’ve been married for sixty years now” Martha let out with a smile gracing her lips. “Oh, she is my joy” The voice of Marcellus broke out husky, words wavering. His shaky hands had pulled her slowly, and I watched their heads fall onto each other’s. “Our grandkids booked this trip for us” Martha let out softly.