Sue Sylvester Marries Herself Novels & Stories

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top.

Sylvia Fuller was promising Wilson Hink, "Once my pregnancy is stable, let's get married." This time, I kept my wits about me when I heard her words. In my previous life, I had immediately rushed out to confront her about it. However, due to her worry about Wilson finding out he was actually a kept lover, she had smashed my jaw with the butt of her gun. At this thought, I shifted back even more to ensure I was hidden. Meanwhile, Sylvia turned to leave with Wilson, her arm wrapped around his shoulders. Once I was sure they wouldn't return, I entered the consultation room with my medical report.

Lucy glanced at me casually and said, "If you're not dead, get out quickly. Stop being an eyesore." Then, she wrapped her arms around Oscar and kissed him passionately. My heart felt as if it had been split in two. I stumbled up from the ground and walked out. Outside, pouring rain beat down on me, cleansing me of my wretchedness. Lucy and I were childhood sweethearts. At 18 years old, she confessed her feelings to me. At 22 years old, I married her. Everything was like a fairytale, blissful and perfect. But three years ago, Sloan Group fractured internally and was on the brink of bankruptcy. Lucy was also taken away for investigation over the suspected leaking of trade secrets.

“So? Have you decided?” I closed the door behind me quickly, not because I wanted privacy with him but because I didn’t want anyone else to see. My voice trembled even though I forced it steady. “There’s nothing to decide. Our marriage is over, Leo. It ended years ago. I’ve moved on. I’m married to Ethan now—and I love him.” For a moment, his expression flickered, like I’d slapped him. But then he chuckled, a low, unsettling sound. “Love,” he repeated. “You always said that word too easily.”

My eyes filled with tears as I whispered, “How can this be happening now?” I pressed the result to my chest and leaned back on the couch. I stared at the ceiling, letting the silence in the room swallow me. Elvis. His name flashed through my mind like a curse. My ex-husband. I squeezed my eyes shut. How could I be pregnant for that man? After everything? My hands shook as I wiped the tears that started falling down my cheeks. That marriage had ended in the worst way possible. Not because we just drifted apart—but because he and my sister, Fiona, planned my downfall together. The betrayal cut deep, and I had tried to forget it. I left, thinking I had finally walked away from that pain.

"Who told you to wear her dress? Who told you to stand here? Leave now!" Lucy's face went blank as tears spilled down her cheeks. "But you promised me… You said you'd marry me…" "When did I ever promise you that?" Bailey ripped the boutonniere from his chest and threw it to the floor. "Cynthia's the only woman I'll marry. No one else!" Then, ignoring the chaos, he bolted for the door, frantically calling my number. "The number you have dialed cannot be reached at the moment." That cold, robotic voice hit him like ice water down his back.

"But I'm glad I came because I met him. I'll never forget today; he stood on the second floor, looking at me. He's so handsome, he shouted my name and said he wanted to marry me." She drew a peach heart at the end of this sentence. Ronan's eyes slowly turned red. He couldn't remember when he first met Lyra. Even on the day they registered for marriage, he just hastily signed the papers and left. He didn't even know what she looked like, yet she meticulously recorded all of these in the diary. "I married him, the person I liked at first sight, just like a dream. I'm so happy." "He didn't come back last night, and I saw the news on TV that he went to a hotel with a woman. I'm so sad. Why would

Elaine's P.O.V. "There is no way I am going to do it." Though I loved Cannon, I couldn't help uttering without bothering their glaring looks. Evana left the house for God knows why and now my uncle and aunt wanted me to get married to Cannon. This was the decision, they had reached after giving it a great deal of thought according to them. As if! Marriage is an ultimatum for the two people who love each other. That was my idea about marriage. I have never thought about my marriage not like this at least.

Everyone knew how deeply she had loved Victor. Sylvia forced a smile and lightly punched the person nearest to her. "What's with those faces? People say marriage is a grave. I'm just not jumping in anymore. Why aren't you happy?" She paused, then added softly, almost too softly to hear, "Don't worry. I won't give up singing. It's all I have left now…" Only then did they relax. "Then remember to come back and see us, Via. Don't just disappear on us…"

Susan said, tears spilling down her eyes. Sylvester did not reply. He was staring at her, and I could feel the conflict between him and his wolf. "Thank goddess you are.." She said. "Unmarried?" He said, completing her sentence, and she nodded. I tried to get away, but he held me still. I tried to wiggle my hand away from his. My tears were threatening to spill, and I was crumbling inside, but he locked his hand on my wrist, stopping me from leaving. "Well, you are wrong. I have someone I love, and we will be getting married soon," he said, and Susan looked at me, a bit surprised.