My Ex Is Getting Married Novels & Stories

She cursed underneath and looked around ferociously. “Henrietta, have you heard about the news?” Maggie spoke from behind, making Henrietta pivot around. “What news?” She pretended not to know what she was about to say. Judging by the dirty smirk on her face she knew she was going to threaten her or mock her. “Your ex husband is getting married tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” Her eyes popped up bewilderingly. She literally was surprised as she knew about the marriage but she never expected it to be the next day.

“Really?” “Yes.” I moved away, reaching for Snow and patting her. “You made me a better person. Made my experiences better than they felt. Now that I’m back, everything feels so out of place. I’m not sure where to start. Especially with the wedding happening soon, I need as much help as I can get.” Her eyes crinkled. “You’re… actually getting married to your ex’s brother?” I lifted the mug again. “How’d you know they were related?”

While I stepped inside the house, I had just gotten married three months ago after being dumped by my ex, who said she was no longer interested in me. So now, I'm still adjusting to life with my new wife because I find it hard to stop thinking about my ex even after what she has done to me. Although the wife I just got married to has a daughter named Olivia, I'm still okay with it. The house was quiet with only the soft hum of the working air conditioning. I took off my tie while I headed to my bedroom to quickly go and take a shower before I have something to eat since I'm hungry. I quickly grabbed my laptop and headed upstairs. I took the stairs two at a time.

I hurriedly put on the earrings and sprayed the hair in the curling in the towel. "Never again?" he teased. I narrowed my eyes on him. “When there’s an event,” I hissed and rolled my eyes at him. I turned to the dresser and glanced at myself. He again appeared in my back and I saw him holding his tie. I turned around and helped him. I look at his eye and he has the slight smile on his face. “Grumpy,” he teased. "Happy?" I asked him sarcastically. "Is it bad to be happy that your ex husband is finally getting married again?"

I stated. "Oh my G...!" I covered her mouth. "Tone it down, Jodi. I don't want this to get out." "How! You guys were sneaking around?" "Jesus, Jodi! He's my ex." I playfully hit her leg, blushing. "Nothing is impossible," she giggled. "So, back to the question." "Before the show. We were engaged...about to be married. I'm three months gone." "Ohh. That's relatable. I'm still happy for you though. With what happened yesterday, Brandon would be a great father."

“ And this mother fucker is all fake. You don't have anything! Everything belongs to me now.” “ Thats also right, everything that once was mine belongs to you but not my husband's…” he laughed, the sound mocking as he cocked his head back then straightened. “ Stop this husband talk or have you gone crazy?” “ Don't worry, he'll be here. We're getting married today. He told me to end things with my ex so he could finally be with me, he'd been waiting for a while.” I said, maintaining my calm, even though I was itching to slap him on the inside.

Just as Bethany was immersed in this happiness, Mia contacted her. “Shane and Yelena are getting married. The wedding is in three days. He begged me to forward the invitation to you. Whether you go is up to you, but I think he’s lost his mind.” As expected, Shane and Yelena had ended up together. “What are you looking at?” Hudson gently pulled Bethany close. Bethany did not hide anything. “My ex is getting married. He told my friend to send me the invitation.” Hudson nodded. “Well, since he sent it to you, why not go? Everyone deserves to find their own happiness.”

"I kissed my ex at the wedding." ***

“It was one hell of a wedding. But it would’ve been better with you there.” We both chuckled softly Then his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, and his face drained of color. “What is it?” I asked, dread crawling up my spine. He hesitated before meeting my eyes. “Liv… your ex-husband is getting married.”

“Kieran, I know I'm just a contract wife, but I want you to know that I will never hurt you…ever.” I clinked my glass against his. “Cheers to bad exes.” “And better choices,” I added. He chuckled. “Especially that.” We took the second bottle and popped it open. I was already drunk but I didn't want to stop. We kept drinking and dissing our exes. I don't know if it is because he was drunk, but this was the first time we had a conversation that I didn't want to end. “Why don't you want to get married?” I suddenly asked, leaning closer to his face.