Three Years Wasted, I Married Mr·right Novels & Stories

Damien persisted, his tone unyielding. ‎Maureen looked up, a cold smile playing on her lips as she slowly turned around. "I am no longer your wife, Mr. Vance, and I have the right not to tell you. Since you said that we’re even now, why bother? Even if I married you with a fake identity, I haven't done anything to hurt you in the past three years, right?"

"What's wrong with you, sicko?" I swallowed hard. "Is this the East part?" His forehead creased. "The fck are you saying?" I cupped my mouth as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Oh my God! D-Did I marry the wrong man?" He stared at me with furrowed eyebrows but he clenched his jaws and grabbed my shoulders. "What are you talking about? Are you saying you came to the wrong wedding? You were not sent by someone? You didn't hide my bride?"

I beamed having my delicious food, Indeed, he's a great and honourable chef. Soon we were done with our dinner. Mrs Wright and I went to the restroom. As I was standing before the sink washing my hands Mrs Wright joined me there and said " I understand Naitee you must be feeling pressured because of marriage talk. But for a moment step in my shoes. I'm getting old and my selfish poor heart wants to see my children happy with their families. I want to see my grandkids grow and play with me. Humph! I'm getting emotional for no reason. I'm grateful that my son found the right partner in you. Now I don't have to worry about his future because I know you will be his strong back and a perfect part

"Sir, your last three dates were models who spent the entire evening on their phones." "They looked good in photographs." "But that’s not…” “Fine. Find a beautiful woman, someone who can hold a conversation. Someone intelligent, charming, who can help me network." He scrolled through his tablet. "I can reach out to some professional services.." "Do whatever you need to do." Marcus sighed. "I'll have options by tomorrow. It's for children's literacy. Good publicity." "Noted." I dismissed him with a wave. I was about to order another drink when an agitated man suddenly made his way over. Average height, slightly soft around the middle, worn suit, cheap cologne. Everything about him screamed de

... While I waited for my dress, Desmond appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my arm and pulling me outside. He looked scruffy and unhinged. "Let's go to City Hall and get our marriage certificate." My head spinning, I realized he had lost it. I yanked my arm free, glaring at him. "How long are you gonna keep this up? Do you have to ruin my life? Can't I have a good day? I wasted 13 years on you. Can't you stop being so selfish?"

I rushed out of the clinic with the report clutched tightly in my hand, my heart racing as if it wanted to outrun my body. I called for a taxi and headed home. My mind was a total mess. After three years. THREE YEARS!!! Three years of a marriage that felt more like a contract than a union. Three years of whispers, side glances, and unspoken judgments. Three years of being Marcus Hart’s wife in name, but never in truth. Now, everything would change. This baby would change everything. This baby is the answer I've always longed for. “Ma’am…. Ma'am…”

They've been on a three-month honeymoon in various countries around the world, and he still doesn't want to be separated from his wife? "Can't Sir Wren and his wife get enough of each other? Three months of honeymoon!" Her secretary giggled. "I'm sure a child is on the way..." It placed a cup of coffee on the table in front of her. "You, Ma'am Mauve? When did you and Sir Wregan marry?" teased the secretary.

"Why did you choose to suddenly disappear when you were so popular three years ago?" Kelsey heard the question and looked down at the audience, meeting my gaze. A hint of mockery flashed in her eyes as she said, "Because of some personal matters, I wasted three years." Three years ago, she married me. I furrowed my brow. Did she mean that I had wasted her three years? I leaned irritably against the chair, staring at the audacious woman on the stage. It was she who had married into the Marshman family for money in the first place!

Charlie sighed regretfully and said, “Jasmine, you’re a nice girl, but I’m married and that’s a fact.” Jasmine uttered in a somewhat stubborn and decisive tone, “Master Wade, I heard that although you and your wife have been married for more than three years, you’ve not consummated the marriage and your marriage was arranged by your wife’s grandfather in the first place. Three years, Master Wade, three years! I don’t get it, why do you want to hold on to a sexless marriage for so long?”

Say me Hi to Mr & Mrs James. I looked at him teary-eyed, picked up the contract I was meant to go over and sign, walked out of that room with a hundred and one questions in my head. Two years of my life, sold for debt, Two years of my life, wasted. A marriage built on secrets. How am I supposed to live? How the hell am I supposed to cope? Damn!!!! And the worst part was? This was just the beginning, only just the beginning. On my way out of the estate, with shaky hands I ordered a cab that would take me home.