The Fifth Year Of Marrying Mr Wen Novels & Stories

Pulling my hands forward, I grabbed one of the wines on the table and poured some into the glass in front of me. "Ryan Middleton! You are such a dick!" I seethed, chugging the content of the glass in a go. I poured myself another one and did the same. "Tssk..." I chuckled, reminiscing on how we started. It must have been so foolish of me to think we could work things out knowing how he was forced to marry me five years ago. I was just a young girl who worked as a cleaner in his grandmother's company, and the old woman took a liking to me on the same day she saw me. She didn't propose the marriage immediately, but she wouldn't miss the opportunity to tell me how wonderful her grandson was and

"This marriage wasn't what you wanted in the first place. Back then, you had no choice but to marry her. You've been carrying that weight for five years. Now that she is asking to leave, you can just sign the agreement and breathe." Vance's face turned to stone. "You're not upset about it, are you?" Aiden probed. Vance stayed silent. "I get it," Aiden sighed. "Five years together. Feelings creep in. You'd miss a pet after five years, but forced love never works. Time will dull the pain. Most importantly, you're not dumping her. She is the one leaving." "Say no more." Vance leaned back, rubbing his temples. "All right, forget it. Come on, let's grab a drink and clear your head," Aiden said, p

I feel so cornered that I do not expect something like this to even happen. Play it cool, Rachel. "I appreciate the offer, Mr Benjamin. I am not a kid & I understand what you mean but I am sorry that I have to turn you down on that. As you can see..." I flash my wedding ring, "I'm a married woman and I respect my union with my husband." ...who is your brother, pfft. "Ouch." "Excuse me." I leave the room hurriedly. As I go downstairs, I can't help but flash back to what I overheard. What kind of family complication is this?

something in his gaze made my stomach churn. "Who is she?" I asked, my voice trembling. Worry and anger mixed into one. He took a deep breath, as if preparing for something heavy. "We need to talk." I let out a small, bitter laugh. "Talk? On our wedding anniversary? With another woman by your side?" The sudden pain shot through my heart. He looked at me with an expression that was hard to interpret. "I married you because I thought Lena’s heart was beating in your chest." The world seemed to stop spinning. My heart raced painfully, and I stared at him, trying to digest the words he had just spoken.

“I'll leave now, please can you drop me off? It's raining.” Rowan shoved me to the floor. “You can go back the way you came, was I the one who brought you here?” He snapped before walking back to his meeting. I turned and went home, my neck hurting from where he had clasped his arm. For five years, I had been married to this man, and it was both the most joyous and miserable years of my life. Joyous, because I had always been in love with Rowan, and being his wife was the fulfillment of all my longing.

“She’s the one who’s having an affair with a married man. She’s the one who’s pregnant with a child that belongs to my husband. So why don’t you teach your daughter to stay away from married men before you tell me to leave mine for a mistress?” Mrs. Wenger’s face remained impassive. “It takes two to tango, Zelda,” she said coolly. “James wanted a family with Susan. The two of you have been married for five years, and still nothing.” Her gaze drifted pointedly to my stomach, and instinctively, I placed a protective hand over it, shielding the secret she didn’t deserve to know.

“What is our wedding day?” James lets go of the cables and, in a menacing silence, stoops down to untie the leather straps that hold me to the chair. My head spins, my body is heavy as stone, and before I can react, he abruptly lifts me up, pulling my hair violently. Dragging me to the wall, he whispers in a low voice, containing restrained anger. “No... I remember…”, I say, in a hushed voice. “We got married on the fifth, Clara!”, he speaks with deadly coldness.

Her eyes quickly scanned the papers and they widened, her lips parting with her brows knitted together in confusion. “What the fuck is this, Edward,” “A marriage certificate that still proves you are mine, but if you need more clarification, my wife, it states that we've been married for the past five years,” “You must be damn crazy and out of your mind to think you can just walk into my home to spew nonsense from that mouth of yours,” she spat out, as she tore the paper into many pieces. Edward chuckled in response. “Calm down, wifey, you really think I'll let you destroy the only evidence that proves you are mine?” He smirked.

"Honey, the house and the car are both in your name. I don't want people thinking I'm after your assets, so I'm afraid you'll have to cover those yourself. "I know we're supposed to split everything evenly, but I really feel bad for you. How about we go half on the renovation costs and gas?" He was always playing the victim while borrowing money from me—for his mother's surgery, for Janet's tuition, for their living expenses… But not once did he ever pay me back. What was I supposed to think? That marrying him was my personal contribution to poverty relief for his whole family? I was so angry I couldn't sleep the entire night.

"You're really not mad, right?" He looked like he was afraid I would storm into his company and cause trouble. "No," I replied flatly. Out of our shared marital assets, his savings amounted to less than 200 thousand dollars.