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Grey kept pretending. "Well, if you can't remember it then, so be it. Nevertheless, I'm gonna tell you now that our relationships were never in good terms. Do you know that these...are all just a force marriage? I have been in love with your cousin, Warren, and not to you. So, why don't we proceed on filing the divorce papers because even though you have an illness, that doesn't change the fact that we're not together anymore. There was never a love between us," she admitted. "What?" Grey reacted in awe after hearing everything from his wife.

I felt tired; my temples began to throb again. "I slept with Howard." The wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor. His eyes turned crimson, disbelief etched across his face. "Teagan! How could you…" I calmly closed my laptop and smiled at him. "What? Are you upset?" I genuinely hoped we could just have a marriage of convenience, where we could both enjoy the benefits this arrangement brought. He could sleep with a different woman every night, and I wouldn't care. Meanwhile, I would leverage the Brookes' connections to gain more resources for myself.

I wished time could halt, granting us an eternity of joyous moments. When she hid, I sought. I vowed never to let her slip away again, not in this life or a million, billion, or gazillion years. My love for Aceia and our kids ran deep, and I pledged to give them everything the world had to offer. In this moment, the marriage that started as a deal had finally transformed into a union of genuine love.

That I would like one night in my own bed before stepping into his house as his wife. She steps closer, placing both hands on my shoulders in a gesture that is meant to reassure. Her grip is light, but it anchors me in place. “I know it’s a lot to take in. But in time you will adjust.” Adjust. The word echoes in my head as I nod. People adjust to new jobs. New cities. I suppose people adjust to marriages too. Behind her, I notice movement in my peripheral vision. Stephano steps into the room without announcing himself, stopping a few feet away with a faint frown on his face. He doesn't look surprised to find us talking. He looks impatient.

In the days that followed, we began spending time together. Matteo made time to accompany me to prenatal checkups and listened patiently as the doctor explained what I needed to be careful about. When my mood was low, he took me on walks around the estate and told funny stories to cheer me up. He remembered all my preferences and surprised me when I least expected it. I began trying to let go of the pain of the past and slowly accepted this man who was willing to treat me sincerely. Perhaps a marriage alliance was not such a bad thing, after all. It might bring my child and me a truly stable and happy future.

Juna wanted himself to be a great father to Steven, educate and love Steven like his own son. And today, Juna will fulfill her wish. To be a great father to Steven and the understanding husband of the woman he loves, Nallandra. Juna, who always thought that he could live without marriage, suddenly faded because of Nallandra. "I accept the marriage and the marriage of Nallandra Ayuni Nugraha bint Wisnu Nugraha with the dowry in cash!" "LEGITIMATE!" "Alhamdulillah..."

, Ash managed to speak. They both took their positions facing each other. None of them spoke after the minister asked them to speak their vows. Ash face just curved into a smile, "Forever?" he asked. "Forever!", Bright assured as the minister declared them married. They exchanged rings. They exchanged the rings. After that, Bright leapt forward when Tine stopped him. He pulled out his cannula and pulled Bright for their first kiss. Bright lips passionately lingered onto Ash for as long as they could, locking into his husband's every now and then. It was a serene experience. Bright love had returned to him. His Ash had returned to him. He had never felt so much joy and he knew that only

Ilalang Jagad Rahwana, a doctor specializing in surgery, was handsome and had a good career in medicine, and he was a single man, just like his two friends who had many female fans, but his heart had yet to find the right girl to fill his heart. "So what about your wedding?" asked Jagad. "You didn't even attend my wedding, and now you're asking me now." "Sorry, I wanted to attend but something happened that required me to have emergency surgery." "It went well," Melvin replied. Seeing that look on Melvin's face made Jagad raise one eyebrow. "Why, what's wrong?" "The problem is that he didn't marry Renata." "What does that mean?" "He is not married to Renata but to the woman."

With every step, he led her with precision and finesse, their movements harmonizing in an intricate dance of compromise and cooperation. As they twirled across the dance floor, the couple's connection deepened with each passing moment. Their hearts may not have been bound by love, but there was an undeniable chemistry between them—a mutual understanding that extended beyond their vows. Their dance became a metaphor for the delicate balance they would need to maintain throughout their arranged partnership.

I forced myself to take a deep breath, let the cool air from the vent settle in my lungs, and the unmistakable smell of wealth soon calmed me down. My eyes wandered about the white-painted walls, housing rows and rows of dream dresses that I could envision on me, and the soft hue of the chandelier shining down on them just made it perfect. My gaze settled on a sleeveless mermaid dress with lace patterns that would swirl delicately around me, and a little smile was pulling on my lips, intrigued. For a moment, it reminded me of why I was getting married to him, the love of my life. We were college sweethearts that somehow found their way back to each other every time until we couldn’t take it