My Ex-fiancé Went Crazy When I Got Married Novels & Stories

Then why did she suddenly get married? "I got married to my billionaire ex."

Beneath the snow-capped mountains, nestled among the flowers, Jordan and Molly emerged as newlyweds. The journalist asked, “Why did you choose Slandsdeca as your wedding destination?” Jordan replied, “It’s what my wife wanted.” Silence gripped the air. Murmurs broke out. “This is insane!” “Doesn’t that count as bigamy?” “Even if they didn’t marry on paper, this is sickening!” “So Jordan had a wedding with his ex before flying back for another?”

“The last person who was with you was Caitlin and when she got back, you were gone. And you were the happiest bride. We couldn’t wait to be married but your family insisted on a grand wedding and so we had to wait for some months.” She nodded. It was what she had seen in the mirror. She had been a happy bride. Until the last minute. The ex-fiancé must have had something evil planned and had tried to kill her on her wedding day to make a point. Hell, it even made some kind of warped sense for someone crazy; it would have been the ultimate revenge. “Do you anything at all about my ex? Is he capable of trying or break off the wedding for revenge?” she probed. It must have been pretty hard for h

The driver turned on the car's ignition and drove us out of the venue. I wanted to run away from the place that had me throwing my dignity into the air and choosing to marry a man who broke me and had me leaving the city out of fear. He turned me into a person who could not find sweetness in love and broke me beyond measure and repair. And here I was, my heart secretly thumping and jumping for joy at the fact that I was married to him. My lips should not be twitching to smile. Instead, it is supposed to spoil in a cry. How do I tell my parents that I had gotten married out to my ex-boyfriend?

After the wedding, Marco and I were driving home when suddenly someone ran out into the road and blocked our car. Matthew’s eyes were red from anger. He still could not accept that I had really married someone else. “Wrenna, how could you marry him? “The person you love is me! Why would you marry another man?!” I kindly reminded him, “That’s all in the past now. The person I love now is my husband.” Matthew acted like he had lost his mind. “No way! This can’t be real! “Wrenna, please tell me this is all fake. Tell me you’re just pretending to get back at me!

I said with a smile. I didn’t know how I was managing to smile at my ex, whom I was asking for help. I didn’t even know where I was finding the courage. It had been eight years since we last saw each other, and now, we had to get married. I honestly had no idea what was going on in my life anymore. It was all too messy. "I will call you, Lexi. For now, I’ll take you home," he said. "Can you just drop me at the mall? My family might see you," I said hesitantly.

Even when he stumbled in at four in the morning, he'd find me curled up on the couch under a blanket, waiting for him. Then I'd blink the sleep from my eyes and press a hot bowl of soup into his hands to help him sober up. When had things changed? Oh. He remembered now. After the wedding, the impulsiveness and the romance seemed to slow to a crawl. Everything else in his life took priority over me -- because we had a marriage certificate now, and I wasn't going anywhere. It started with the test results that confirmed I couldn't have children. He never said a word about it, but something had quietly soured inside him.

"I'm guessing that she can't afford it. Just look at her shabby clothes." "Why did she show up for the wedding if she doesn't have money? How shameless!" Their insults were like needles stabbing my heart. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. It was a set-up. Charlie had planned to ensnare me in his trap from the moment he sent the wedding invitation to me. The toast earlier was a lead-up to the moment he would force the exorbitant bill on me.

“Do something. What is wrong with her?” Dante’s expression changed at once. The warmth, the confusion, and the tipsy softness vanished. “Are you out of your mind?” he snapped. “Yes,” I said. “I am.” I went insane the night I agreed to marry him. A woman nearby grabbed my wrist and gasped. “Wait, look. She is wearing a wedding ring.” The murmurs picked up around me. “She has some nerve. She is married and still throwing tantrums over her ex.”

Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lupine magic—has now reached its final chapter. Drew and Jette’s journey unfolded through moonlit forests, ancient grudges, and surprising twists. Your unwavering support, your laughter shared in secret, and your whispered encouragement fueled my imagination.