The Man I Married Novels & Stories

Mara cut in, eyeing him skeptically. "I don't know why," Mr. Johnson replied, shaking his head. "Perhaps it was because I spent so much time and effort on our little town without thinking that you could have left to somewhere else. God, I hate that woman! She destroyed my life!" Mara knew who he was referring to and she became curious. "Where is she now? Are you still married?" "God forbid. I don't know where she is and I don't care. I'm sorry for everything she put you through, Mara. That night when I left her with you at the hospital and went to see if I could reach your mother to..."

Charlotte had expected that Christian would say such a thing and thus, she was not surprised when she heard his obnoxious statement. "Listen Christian, I'm happy you survived and I'm happy that you regained your memories, I truly am. But, we cannot be together ever again." "Why?!" Christian exclaimed. "Well in case you haven't noticed, I'm married," Charlotte pointed out. Christian reached forward and grabbed her shoulder causing her to gasp in fear. "That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone."

Dinam Independently of my will, I learned that Maïeil is going to get married in a few days. His father is an important man in this country, therefore, this news made the headlines. I would be lying if I said that I am not affected by this news. As quickly as we broke up, she ran into another man's arms. And what is curious is the same Lens from which she was fleeing when she had proposed to me to make a marriage contract at the start. I no longer understand anything in Maïeil's actions. To believe that this is not the same woman that I married and that I thought I really knew. Did these people take advantage of me, or, since I was a miserable young man in desperate search of a job, did they

I said quickly before leaving them together. I scanned the room for any sign of Steve and his friends and instead my eyes landed on a man that stood out in the crowd. He was old probably in his early forties. "Hey, don't stare, "it was Mary again. "That's my husband, he has been in and out of jail and recently got home, he gets mad when people stare," she said speaking fast. "You never told us you were married? "I questioned. "You never noticed, you always licked up yourself in your room. "

The man snickered behind her and said, “You didn’t do anything to me. It’s your husband that I’m after. You’re simply collateral damage.” “What?” “Your husband ruined my life,” the man said bitterly. “He took the most precious thing in my life away from me and now, I’m here to repay the favor.” Kate replayed the man’s statement in her head until it made sense. She gasped and said, “You’re Marshall Gaines!” “Bingo,” he said and laughed humorlessly. “I see your darling husband has already told you about me. That’s good. I hope he didn’t tell you lies though. He was very good at it back then.”

He looks at my hand and with a frown on his face, he looks up at me. "Not Thamore but Vexley," he corrects, and I realise that I am now married. I had known it, but the truth was lost on me. It seemed like I was watching myself get married, but I was not the one getting married. For someone who hated Enoch, I could not seem to let go of the name so easily. "Oh," I let out with a gust of air from my mouth. He nods and makes an undecipherable sound.

because it couldn’t be possible. “I beg you. My mother is sick, and I... I’m married.” I said this even though I wasn’t sure of my own status. The man hadn’t even come to help me when I needed him. And I knew I shouldn’t expect anything from that damn marriage. What could I expect from a man who didn’t even show up on his wedding day? I took a deep breath when I realized the man beside me had fallen silent after hearing my confession. Maybe this is my chance...

“What? He’s missing me? Is he hurt? Just fucking tell me.” He looked at me and his voice dropped even lower. “He’s married.” I must have misheard him. It was like he said Dante had gotten married. “Come again. Say what?” "He's married," the man repeated. This time he said it slower as my chest burned with rage. How was this possible? “You’re bullshitting me right?” I said as I refused to believe him. He didn’t even react to that. “No bullshit.” “To who?” I asked, voice sharp like glass. “Who was the bitch he got married to?”

He leaned on the table between us and moved his hands across it before taking my hands in his, caressing them. "Baby, I know. But it shouldn't be hard to do that, right? I know what you are capable of, only that you've been a good follower of the law all your life. Now it's time to go on the other side of the law" He says like he was explaining why humans should eat and not about breaking the law. But then again, why am I surprised? My husband is a Mafia Don and me marrying him shouldn't be a lawful matter. "Okay then" I squeezed his hands in response.

"If I marry you, you can't let me suffer even a little." "Never," he said instantly. He looked happier than a kid who had just gotten his favorite toy. As if afraid I would change my mind, Wayne couldn't wait any longer and married me a week later. In this life, we would be happy together.