Sue Sylvester Marries Herself Novels & Stories

Martha, on the other hand, could do as she pleased. But now, things had changed. For the sake of Martha's pregnancy, Mom had agreed without hesitation to let her miss her 60th birthday. Martha sighed. "Mom loves me the most. Even if she says it's fine, she'll still be disappointed. She's already been disappointed enough by Abigail. That's why I'll go tomorrow." A sharp, searing pain spread through my chest. She had stolen my marriage and taken my life—now, she had even stolen Mom.

Watched the curve of her back, the way the green fabric dipped slightly at the waist, the subtle shine of her skin under the low light. I stared longer than I should have. “Do you think I’m stupid?” Sylvester asked. I blinked. Snapped my gaze back to him. “What?” “You heard me, boy. A blind man with half a brain could tell what’s going on.” I scoffed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “She left you, didn’t she?” I looked away. “We’re… not separated. Not officially.” “Don’t lie to me.” “I’m not lying,” I said quickly. “Technically, we’re still married. I haven’t signed the papers yet.”

No matter how I tried to escape from my emotions, from my feelings, he sure did have a way of invoking them and they always came rushing back, no matter how much I tried to escape them. “I'm not getting married," Sylvester said calmly. I paused and remained silent for some time. “What you choose to do is sincerely none of my business!” I snapped. “But you see, it is your business, Sienna. It has everything to do with you. I'm not going to get married and you deserve to know. I need you to listen to me,” he replied. “That's what you're not understanding, Sylvester! I don't want to listen to you!” I snapped, and just then, I lost control of my temper.

“I’m sorry, Sue. I tried to raise enough money to help your family.” “I know, Mrs. Walker. The debt is overwhelming. You have been most kind. It is not your problem. It’s mine. I do not wish to burden you anymore with my family’s troubles.” The older woman looked at her sympathetically. “Is marriage something you want, Sue?” “I don’t know. I have learned to be content without a man. It would be nice to marry for love but I’m not the kind of woman who attracts attention.”

She was in a deep thought while Sylvester knew a way. “Let’s get married,” Sylvester said. She then looked at her ring. “No.” She shook her head. He was shocked that she would stay no. “I am still young. Maybe Willow can wait.” “We don’t have to get married for us to conceive.” She glared at him and clenched her fist. “Just because your ex-ex-wife was horny with you centuries ago it doesn’t mean that I am the same.” “I’m not saying that.” He smirked. “My beloved, you knew well that we are in love.” He pulled her arm closer to him.

"You sound… off." Sylvie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "No, I'm not."she said quietly. "Oh no," Liana replied. "What happened?" Sylvie hesitated, her fingers tightening around her phone. She took a deep shuddering breath, with her eyes welling up with tears "I’m getting married," she said slowly. "Because of the contract. In less than three months." There was a pause on the other end. "But…" Sylvie’s voice trailed off, her heart racing. "I think I’m in love with someone else."

“It may take more than the remainder of the contract for that to happen.” “True, but all I can say is she is remorseful and may need a second chance,” Sylvia said. “Still, I have another contract marriage with Sara Shuler in two years, and I don’t think this marriage will survive the reality of Sara being my first wife,” Blake said indifferently. “Tabby, return to the ring. Susan is returning.” With a knocking on the door, Susan entered as Tabby made her way back into the ring. Susan was carrying a large envelope and a black bank card. She calmly placed both of them on the desk and smiled an acknowledging nod toward Sylvia.

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. George Miller better watch his back.

The vicar filled the marriage sacred bowl he was holding with the water before splashing it on them in a ritual that had been practiced since time memorial. ''It is done.'' he said. They leave the venue of the wedding, with Sylvia now saying goodbye to her old home. She was going to miss it but there was really nothing she could do about it because her new life was now with Remus and his pack. That was the life she was going to live now. On the way to Lowell's large mansion, she tried to make some conversation with Remus, now her husband, but he tells her to quit the act, that she shouldn’t need to try and please him – that they are married does not mean they have to like each other.

The most ridiculous part of it, to Sylvester, was that his father, David, was supposed to honor that marriage, but his bride had run away back then, and now they wanted him to honor the marriage. Seriously? Sylvester said to himself. Not only did the whole marriage agreement sound ridiculous to him, but he had also learned that his supposed arranged bride was a married woman with a child. According to his father, the woman would be getting a divorce from her husband. "I'm worried about you, Sylvester," Mary said quietly. "You know how Dad can be." Sylvester smiled and rubbed her cheek. "Don't concern yourself with this," he said softly. "I have everything under control."