Romans & histoires Ninety Nine Wishes One Broken Marriage

Estelle didn’t expect that he would do this for her and asked in shock, “Really? So, this is the present that you said you would give me as long as I marry you?” “Yes.” “It must be very expensive!” “No matter how much it costs, it’s worth it. So... Will you marry me?” Estelle smiled happily and leaned closer to him, “I made a wish list in my diary when I was twenty. I don’t know if you have ever read my diary, but that’s not important now. Anyway, what you did for me these days happened to make all my wishes come true except for two of them. One of my unfulfilled wishes is to buy a new car for my father. However, I will never be able to fulfill this wish in my life.”

The wedding photo that had been displayed there for five years crashed to the floor with a loud bang, scattering glass shards everywhere. The delivery person jumped and quickly asked, "Miss, do you need help cleaning this up?" I shook my head and typed on my phone. "Don't bother with the cake, Frederick. The reconciliation vouchers are all used up. Let's get divorced." The next second, hundreds of messages flooded my phone.

"Baby, that’s the best wish anyone has ever made. We love that wish." "I can change it!" he sobbed into my shoulder. "I can wish for a big Lego set instead! Or a real dragon! Don't be sad about the wish!" Braham was there in a second, wrapping his massive arms around both of us, anchoring us to the floor. "Leo, look at me. Your wish is exactly what we want. We aren't stressed because of you. We’re getting married because we can’t wait to be a real family. See?"

Then: “Carmen? That trash bag from the oil change place?” I nodded again. She hissed. “Girl. His dick must be cursed.” That startled a wet laugh out of me. She kissed my forehead. “You didn’t lose anything, Aria. You just made space for something real. And one day, he’s gonna see you winning and wish he’d been man enough to stand beside you.” I didn’t say anything. But for the first time in hours, I let myself believe she might be right. Even just a little. Maybe this heartbreak was just my beginning

"It's effective as of today. Best wishes on your wedding. Goodbye." After he left, the wedding march started up beyond the door. I knew what it was. The opening chord of the rest of my life.

When he had walked her home, she had whispered that he was cold, like a robot. Then the next day, she was smiling and approaching him. As always, Hayden refused her advances. But Sydney was stubborn. No matter how indifferent he was, she kept coming back. Hayden didn't know what else to do, so he let her draw the fortune sticks. He said if she got the supreme blessing, he would marry her. Sydney's face lit up with a bright, happy smile. Watching her so happy, Hayden felt a strange flicker inside him. He had taken the supreme blessing fortune stick himself, and she would never be able to get it.

Such a strange experience— one that made her heart crave more. A faint smile appeared on her lips. Her gaze was filled with hope— as if she wished this marriage could last forever. But reality always had a way of crashing down on her. Her beautiful round eyes slowly filled with pain and longing. Hoping that her husband would love her. Hoping that this marriage would last forever. But the bitterness in her smile revealed the truth— that all of it was nothing more than her own wish. A selfish desire she had to bury deep within herself. 'If this is just a dream… I never want to wake up…'

“I made a mistake seven years ago, and married you to the wrong man,” Asher’s eyes widened. “Granny, what are you doing?” “But I won’t repeat that mistake,” she said, “Both of you have my blessing. Please, always keep her happy, son. You are lucky to have a wife like her.” “Granny, stop!” Asher yelled. “Loren is my wife, how can you hand her over to someone else?” “She loves me so much, forget about marriage, she can never look at another man!” “A woman’s heart is as big as it is decisive.” She said, “When a woman makes up her mind, no amount of love can stop her. But forget about love, Loren doesn’t even care about you anymore.”

My husband thought I would never leave him. He was wrong. Ethan Cole proposed to me ninety-nine times before I finally said yes on his hundredth try. So on our wedding night, I gave him ninety-nine make-up cards. Every time he broke a promise, chose someone else over me, or hurt me badly enough to need forgiveness, he could use one. As long as there was still a card left, I promised myself I would give our marriage one more chance. For three years, Ethan never needed them. Then Madeline Avery came back. His childhood best friend. The woman who always needed help. The woman who always needed protecting. And somehow, every time she needed something, I was the one expected to lose it

Some things, once broken, could never go back to the way they were. I started losing my temper at the drop of a hat, and I avoided Vittoria like the plague. She tried everything to get close to me again, including buying me gifts, and at one point even crying to me, claiming she was pregnant. I merely shot her a stone-cold look and told her to get a paternity test. She went pale and never brought it up again. Two months later, Vincenzo sent us both to the Westrov branch to negotiate with a new partner. I nearly turned it down, but one look from Vincenzo made it clear that wasn't an option.