My Ex Is Getting Married Novels & Stories

Not this way. “I think you got the wrong idea, Mr. Heinsberg. I don't want a real marriage. I want to be chairman of Cooper groups. It will be a marriage of convenience. We will act as a couple in public, nothing more than strangers in private. It will be a public wedding but no registration. Once I became heir, we faked divorce. I will give you half of my assets like a normal divorce.” I declared, crossing my arm against my chest with a straight face.

I tried to wave everything aside but could not entirely do so as my mind was running helter skelter. If she was indeed pulling my legs, then who was the man that I saw in the room with her? Trying to sound natural and praying hard that she was joking, I asked, "What about our marriage, tomorrow, doesn't it matter to you?" My heart beat in anticipation as the environment tensed. She remained silent for a while, something dancing sadly in her eyes. "No, it doesn't,” she began. “Because I'll be getting married to Theodore tomorrow," my heart dropped the same way my phon

But I need him to say it. He hesitates for half a second. “Selene.” The name slices through the hall cleaner than the violin strings. A whisper starts. It spreads fast. Selene.His ex.The one he called a mistake. The one he promised was finished. “She’s pregnant,” he adds. The hall goes silent. Not wedding-silent.Funeral-silent. I stare at him.”You told me that was over.” “It is,” he snaps. Then softer, because people are watching. “This isn’t about that.”

When it came to her and Vernon’s wedding, she cared so much. I smiled softly. “Bridget, if you kick me out now, you’re going to regret it.” Today, I was not here as her ex to steal her away. But Bridget laughed like it was the funniest thing she had ever heard. “I’ll regret it? The only thing I regret is wasting six years on you. Someone, get him out of here!” As soon as she said that, several tall men in black suits approached me.

“But beyond that… I’m curious.” I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. It was refreshing to talk to him. “Well, I guess I should start by saying I’m in the middle of a divorce,” I said, choosing to get that uncomfortable topic out of the way first. “The man you saw with me the last time, Derek is my ex-husband. We’re in the process of splitting up.” Joel nodded slowly, his expression softening. “I’m sorry to hear that. Divorce is never easy. But you seem to be handling it well.”

I know you are still invested in all of those things , but trust me when I say that I do not care and I literally do care less about what anyone has to say or think . You had it going down with my best friend on our wedding day , what more do you really think that I have to say , no you tell me . You really think that I will be so stupid to have the most useless advice from you , the unfortunate ex that just can’t let go of everything . Hate me or not I am not leaving your father and I think that it’s time that you see that the both of us are going to get married and not even you can stop that .

To him, as long as his wife was biologically female, he was fine with anyone who filled the position. His indifference only deepened after his failed marriage to Liana. He shrugged and agreed with indifference when his family brought up the idea of marrying Betina . And tonight was a dinner between the two families to discuss their marriage. In fact, that morning they went out looking for a restaurant to host their wedding reception and buy dresses... Who knew they stumbled upon Liana. The ex-wife he hadn't met in three years. Truth be told, Edward once wondered under what circumstances they would meet again, but none of the scenarios in his mind could fit today's bizarre event.

Highly unlikely, though. "Turns out..." Gaia faked a gasp. "They were at his wedding!" Huh? "What? What wedding?" Gaia sighed loudly on the other end. "Your ex just got hitched." "What?" "They got married in Florence." Florence? I gripped the armrest. I let out the breath I'd been holding, blinking the shock away as if it would work. I sat still behind the passenger's seat, my limbs going numb, my eyes absently tracing some of the fine creases on the dark leather.

The sobs she’d caged for three years broke loose, ugly and loud. This is the worst birthday gift I’ve ever received. Then she saw it. Tucked half under the side table, catching the hallway light. Gold. Shiny. Too pretty to be anything kind. She crawled. Her knees scraped, but she didn’t feel it. She picked up the envelope like it might burn her. Her name was on the front in Ryan’s sharp, impatient scrawl. Inside: papers. Thick. Official. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Effective in three months. The end date of their contract. The expiration date on her.

"Read it. If anything is missing, tell me now." I opened the folder. The document inside was printed on thick, high-quality paper. The terms were laid out in clear, simple bullet points. There was no legal jargon to hide the truth. The marriage would last for exactly one year. For that duration, I would legally be Mrs. King. My job was simple: keep the nature of this contract a secret and attend every important social event by his side. In return, all my expenses would be covered. At the end of the year, I would receive a fifty-million-dollar bonus.