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

I found myself saying all of a sudden. He flinched in surprise. Yeah, you and me both, I don’t know where that cane from either. My heart suddenly began to race faster, every fiber of my being screaming at me to take it back—but it was too late. So instead of losing my cool, I straightened myself, moved closer, and sat comfortably, like I wasn’t going crazy on the inside. “Really?” His eyes lit up in surprise, and his mood suddenly brightened. “Yeah.” I shrugged like it was nothing. “We are married after all,” I said with a smile.

◇ MYKAELA ◇ Get married? Just like that? Was he drunk already? Or just trying to be funny? That unbelievably messy engagement his manipulative ex broke off to humiliate him didn't traumatize him enough? Why the heck would he want to get married this soon? I wasn't pregnant. I'd gladly show him a pregnancy test result right freakin' now if only I had one. I almost bought a test kit yesterday, out of sheer curiosity, partly out of worry.

Jake says with a bitter shake of head. “Your ex girlfriend?” I ask as blood roared in my ears. Why did that information make me feel mad? “More like his ex fiancée. I’m so glad they ended things. If they got married, I would not have been in attendance.” He almost got married? To a crazy person at that? How did I miss that in all of my investigation? “She left town a while back. We all thought it was permanent. Turns out it was not. She is back.”

I must have hit my head somewhere, because there is no fucking way Gabriel had once been married. “What the hell, Gabe?” I shouted, not even sure how I felt. “How the fuck is she your ex-wife? When did you even get married, let alone get a fucking divorce?” Gabe abruptly stands up and starts to pace the spacious space. Music was booming downstairs, and there was chattering all around, but that didn’t seem to faze him. It seemed like the chaos inside him was greater than that outside. “Calm down Gabe and tell me how the fuck no one knew you were married,” I said, trying to calm him down. “I know you and I fucking know that you wouldn’t marry unless you were pushed to it.”

I still didn't answer her, but holy shit it felt like my head was about to explode. "TELL ME, VICTOR!" I snapped and whirled around to face her head on. "AND SO WHAT IF I AM?! She was my WIFE! My partner! Do you expect me to not hurt after what we went through?" "You're such a greedy pig!" She laughed. "You already have me, a devoted fiancée who plans to give you a child, and you're still thinking about your ex back? Pathetic!" "You wouldn't even be my fiancée if it wasn't for that stunt you and my mother pulled! Don't think I haven't forgotten! After all you've put me through, did you honestly think I'd even consider marrying you?"

I wanted to know what he was up to and hated the fact that I was kept in the dark. “ I'm going to get married to her.” He explained the whole situation to me and I felt like knocking some sense into his thick skull. How could he do that to a lady? Without asking or bothering about her feelings.. “ Are you crazy?” I picked up the cushion and smacked his head with it.. “ I'm sorry, okay?” “How could you make such a drastic move? What if she doesn't want to get married? How do you explain that to the world without Messing up her career after the stunt you pulled?” I looked like I was about to eat up angrily and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What do you mean he... h-h- what?" "He has a fiancée! He's getting married." She whispered yelled, looking around to make sure people weren't listening. "Your ex is getting married before you do. He's- he's built this...mega business and just getting married, moving on with his life. Can you believe that?! This evil jerk you told me all about, how can he be so lucky??" I wasn't even listening anymore. My mind had shut down, thinking something entirely different from what she was pained about. Too stunned by what I just heard to utter words of response.

MY HUSBAND IS MARRIED? XIMENA. How did I really feel now that I was in the mansion of a cold, cocky billionaire who married me just because he needed an heir to secure his inheritance? Honestly, I didn’t even know. There was this strange heaviness sitting in my chest, a dull ache that refused to go away. Every time I remembered that my marriage to Jason Hansen was nothing more than a contract—something built on convenience, not love—I felt that pang again, sharp and hollow.

Five years ago, for the sake of my fiancee, Ellia Murdock, I went overseas alone to deal with all the obstacles her family faced. The day I returned, she sent a car to pick me up to attend her son's birthday party. She smiled and introduced me as her long-lost uncle, who was also crazy, in front of all the guests. Her son clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Mommy, I want to ride the crazy horse!" Ellia's smile vanished. Her voice turned cold as she ordered, "Jason, don't ruin Nial's fun. Get down." My heart jolted. I glared at her. "Ellia, you want me to let a brat ride me like a horse?" Right after I finished my sentence, her current husband slapped me across the face. "What's with the

"He has lost his mind." "He lost his mind a long time ago. He just finally caught up with it." She walks toward me and I open my arms and she steps into them, her head resting against my chest, her hands flat against my back. I hold her close and I breathe in the smell of her, lavender and something softer, something that is just Celestine. "I married a crazy person the first time," she says. I kiss the top of her head. "This time you married the right crazy person. The one who is very possessive of you and does not like it when other men look at you and definitely does not like it when your ex husband shows up at our house talking about plastic surgery."