The Man I Married Novels & Stories

"O.K., I will leave you to it. Next time bring the misses." Frankly, I forgot that he seems to think I am married. "Manuel, I hate to break it to you, but I am not married." He turns and starts laughing, "I have seen that haunted face on one too many men before. Some woman has her claws in you and until you marry her, you won't sleep at night. To get over her, if you want I can get you some, just let me know. All you have to do is marry one for a year and you can get all you want."

" How?? When did you get married ?? Why didn't you tell us?? Manu is your best friend, you didn't even tell her. " " I had to marry her, just the way you both got married all of a sudden. I met her accidentally and was so desperate to get out of the situation that I requested her to marry me. It was supposed to be a paper marriage but I am falling for her very badly. I can't think of anything or anyone else. I am going crazy. " " So what is the problem?? Tell me everything from the beginning. " He asked and I told each and everything in detail about my marriage with Srusti and my past relationship with Robin.

"This beautiful day is to celebrate my engagement to the best man, the most wonderful of men." Lucky watches, trying to blend into the background, but it’s impossible. Alicia continues, her voice a mixture of sweetness and deceit. "You see, the first time I met Lucky, I knew he was the one for me. Oh boy! The butterflies! He's such an amazing person, and we've shared so many great moments and memories together. I'm so excited that he's the person I get to call my husband." Lucky marvels at how effortlessly the lies pour from her lips. She was even worse than he could have possibly imagined.

he said, his eyes narrowing with a stern gaze. I opened my mouth to say his name but then closed it, something about it made me uncomfortable. I hardly knew the man, I know we were to be married in a few hours but I couldn't bring myself to say it. "Okay..." I just said instead. He stepped closer and grabbed my chin between his thumb and forefinger, "No more of that “Sir” and “Mr. Mancini” bullshit, Mrs. Mancini." I have no idea why that man was so happy to marry me. He wasn't the type to marry, and that too with someone like me, someone he found unappealing and plain as a board. I felt like there was something he wasn't telling me.

his words sounded like a decree, a command that I had to follow even if I didn't want to. I wanted to scream but I don't know why my whole body felt helpless, powerless just like a lifeless corpse, I was lying there. Who on earth marries like this? Does that make any sense? It was clear that this man was not into me, he couldn't be attracted by me because the way I looked now could make anyone puke a hundred times. Then why did he decide to marry me? Just why? No way, I must strive to get out of this mess. I can't marry a married man and out of all a man of a monster. What will be my end?

“Where am I?” “You’re at our wedding,” the man said softly, his hand hovering over me. “You fainted. Everything’s fine now.” Our wedding? I blinked at him. He looked older, maybe in his forties. My stomach turned. Why would I be marrying an old man? “You’re at our wedding,” he repeated, pulling me toward him. Panic surged through me. My hand moved on instinct—I slapped him. His face barely moved, but pain stung my palm.

You were supposed to make me a model. — I was busy. I just got married. I freeze. — You got married? Without inviting me? — I wasn't going to let her slip away. I kidnapped her. I forced her to marry me. — You’re joking? — Not at all. And now, I’m on my honeymoon. Don’t bother me. I’m in paradise. Bye. He hangs up. I stand there, dumbfounded. This crazy man really did that. The poor girl... She has no idea what she’s gotten into. God help her.

With a firm decision, he packed his things and headed home. When he arrived, he found his wife happily cooking in the kitchen. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice cold. “We can talk here while I’m cooking,” she replied with a smile. “No.” He turned and went upstairs to their bedroom, knowing she would follow. As soon as Minda closed the door behind her, he faced her with piercing eyes. “Who is he?” Minda frowned. “Who?” she asked, genuinely confused. “The person you’ve been visiting at Sunrise Village,” he said directly.

Selene watched in panic, terrified that I might drop another bombshell. Facing the guests and the cameras, I offered a polite smile. "First of all, congratulations to Ms. Liraine and Mr. Riverton on their marriage and future success in business." I paused, then reached into my pocket and raised a marriage certificate high for everyone to see. "Secondly, I'd like to clarify something. Half a month ago, I already registered my marriage with my wife, Aria Grant. I'm here today purely as a guest—to offer my congratulations."

Why would he, when I wasn't dressed like a detective? "You wouldn't want to know who I am, Mr. Man. The fact that your wife died days ago and you're getting married today tells a lot more than you can imagine," I told him, hoping he'd understand the writing on the wall, but he still went ahead and hissed.