Once Married Spoiler Novels & Stories

Clover said, smiling at Jemma, who raised her brows, adding, "They want you to participate in whatever is going on in your house." "Bingo!" Clover chuckled, "The man on the stage marrying my sweet sister is none other than my ex-husband." The drink spilt right away through Jemma's lips as she wiped it off with the back of her hand, blurting, "Fuck off!" Her brows drawn in surprise, "You got to be kidding me!" "World is fucking mess," Clover addressed. "You cannot imagine what I have gone through to become what I am now! Thanks to everyone in my family," Clove said to Jemma, looking into the space with distracted eyes.

Sophie said, raising her glass. "I'm not single yet," Anne said. "Technically." "Your father called off the engagement. You're single. Drink." The tequila burned going down. Sophie ordered two more and by the third shot, Anne felt lighter. They moved to the dance floor. The music pounded through Anne's chest. Sophie danced beside her, laughing and free. They danced for an hour before Sophie's phone rang. Sophie checked the screen and her face changed. "I have to take this," she shouted over the music.

"We dated in college. She was my first love, my—everything. But she left me for someone else, and I was devastated." "And then you met Bianca." "No. I married Bianca four years ago because my pack needed a Luna and she needed pack protection. It was a business arrangement that was supposed to become something real." "But it never did," Dr. Martinez said. "Because you never got over Mia. You married Bianca while emotionally committed to someone else, then spent four years comparing your wife to a fantasy you'd been nursing for years. Is that accurate?" "Yes." "Did you tell Bianca this? That she was second choice, that you married her out of obligation rather than love?"

She’s been my best friend since we were assigned to be room mates in college. It’s insane to think she doesn’t even know I’m married. She wasn’t my maid of honor, like we’d always promised each other. I didn’t want to drag her into this insanity. A choice I’m regretting now. She’s a brilliant lawyer, she may have had some good advice for me. But maybe it’s not too late, I thought in my moment of naive hope. The call didn't even connect. Just a dead line, confirming my padded cell is soundproof. He hasn’t just cut off my communication, he's given me a toy that only calls him. It’s an elegant kind of tyranny.

"Steven, you're really something! I can't believe you locked down someone as cold as Diana in just three months!" "You're going to be our big boss from now on. Do look out for us, yeah?" Steven chuckled, his voice pitched just loud enough to carry across the entire office. "It's not what you guys think. We just got married because we lost a game. Don't go spreading it around, okay?" I let out a cold laugh. He'd already broadcast it to the world on his Instagram, yet he was asking others to keep it quiet? He spotted the wedding favors in my hand and strode over to me in his sneakers.

“Of course. I remember she got married recently, right? She’ll probably have her baby soon too. Maybe I’ll even get invited to the baby’s first birthday party someday.” Back in high school, Vivian had been Navia’s closest friend. Later, Vivian went abroad to study and met her current husband there. Not long ago, she had even messaged Navia congratulations before the wedding. Even though they lived far apart now, Navia still firmly believed they remained best friends. But Wendy hesitated strangely before speaking again. “…Then you probably don’t know Vivian already got divorced.” Navia froze. “Divorced?” Wendy sighed sympathetically. “Not just divorced. I heard the man she married—the so-call

He walked out of the door leaving me with no choice. **** "We should hire a stripper," Ashley yelled over the loudspeakers in the club. It was now two days to my wedding and while the preparations had gone by smoothly, I couldn't stop thinking about Max’s betrayal and what Jennifer did with Ashley’s father. I tried to come up with different explanations but none of them made sense. When I announced the wedding to them, they asked no questions although I'm sure they suspect the reason, but all three of us had something in common, we did not like to talk about money rather the lack thereof. They cheered and hooted and Ashley playfully called me a traitor.

"Yes, I am sure she must have confessed it to you at some point. We only have her now and I wanted to do anything to make her happy. When we lost ourselves with Jayden's grief, we didn't realise we were losing Jayda as well. I wanted her forgiveness. I want my old Jayda back. And only you could help me. When I came here in the morning, I heard a rumour that you got married. I truly prayed to God to make it untrue. I was about to visit you," Before he could say anything further, I said, "Uncle, it's true that I am married. And my wife is waiting for me on the balcony. I am sorry, Uncle. I never felt anything for her that way. I have already explained this to her, but she won't listen. But now

She said and I want to give her big applause for actually giving me a good drama. "Oh, so you guys not together anymore? I am waiting for the wedding though," I've been waiting for their 'fairytale wedding' and I cannot wait to see their disaster after marriage. Hera might get cheated on by Jared since he did that already. I don't think he will be enough with one. Once a cheater always a cheater. "No, I mean we are still together but we are not meeting each other for a while but we still text and call sometimes but not that often," She said with four buts in one sentence.

I settle back on the bed, awaiting a response, but the heavy silence that follows speaks volumes, none of them daring to utter the devastating truth. A heavy silence hangs in the air as they exchange fleeting glances, the tension palpable in the room. I press them for answers, my voice quivering with a mix of fear and urgency. "Tell me, I was supposed to go out with Noah. He proposed to me," I implore, my gaze dropping to the glinting ring on my finger, a stark reminder of the engagement that now feels like a cruel twist of fate. My uncle lets out a deep, resigned sigh, his expression filled with sorrow as he delivers the crushing blow. "I'm afraid that he is dead," he reveals, the words lan