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

He backed my career, respected every choice I made. We traveled, cooked, binged old movies on the couch. That's when I realized—this is what marriage should feel like. One day, while out shopping, we ran into Margot—dressed as a janitor, aged twenty years in the face. Evan gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "Let's go," he said quietly. I nodded. Didn't even look her way. Those people, those memories? Already let them go. Their lives had nothing to do with mine now.

"She's nothing! Even if she marries me like she wants to, I don't love her. Be good, Ash. We'll go and take wedding photos tomorrow. In my heart, you're my wife." The onlookers all let out wolf whistles when they heard him and began teasing Ashley and calling her "Mrs. Garner." Seth glanced triumphantly at me, as if he were waiting for my reaction. In the past, he had loved watching me get humiliated. However, I did not react at all. "Marry whoever you want. I don't care." Just as I was about to leave, Ashley blocked my path. "Luna, drop the act. The media released reports this afternoon about the marriage alliance between the Woods and the Garners.

The fact that this was a penthouse, at night, and I was alone with the one most powerful man in the city. "No," I breathed. "No, no, no…" Armstrong stepped closer. "I need company. For the night. I was very clear with your boss… about what I was looking for." The room tilted. I backed away, shaking my head. "There's been a mistake. I'm married. I have a husband. I thought this was a job job…a real job…" "This is a real job," Armstrong said, and there was something almost gentle in his voice now. "Just not the kind you were expecting."

I asked impatiently "After few minutes or half an hour," he said and start to pack his things in a hurry, "If you need, you can call me anytime," Mr. Will and Marry leave in hurry, I look at the closed door in totally confused, what's wrong with these people, I walk back to Mr. Rude start doing my work which I am doing previously,

I sat at my office desk, feeling utterly tired and drained. Only a few minutes remained before closing time, and I couldn’t wait for the day to be over. As soon as the clock struck, I signed out quickly and drove straight home without stopping anywhere. When I reached home, I unlocked the door, and it clicked open. While I stepped inside the house, I had just gotten married three months ago, after being dumped by my ex, who said she was no longer interested in me.

Her family beat her bloody for it, and she still smiled through the bruises just to keep me from worrying. I knelt beside her, barely able to keep it together. "Maren, I'll wait ten years for you. But you have to marry me, or I'll find someone else." Ten years later, I was still her dirty little secret, and my salary for playing both arm candy and personal assistant hadn't changed from that original hundred thousand. The birthday party ended on a sour note. Maren didn't so much as glance at the resignation letter before she slammed the door on her way out.

Mattew is that during this one year, his three sons must get married and successfully have children. The conditions given by Mr. Mattew frustrated his three sons because they did not want to marry the opposite gender. Both of Mr. Mattew's sons are gay. Only Jack is straight. However, unfortunately, Jack has an impotent disease. But Mr. Mattew doesn't want to hear any excuses from his three sons. He wants to have grandchildren so he can have fun with his grandchildren in his old age. Mr. Mattew didn't even care that his second son was impotent. He still wanted Jack to have a wife and even children.

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing.

Meanwhile, Martha showered him with warmth and passion. She became the perfect version of me—the wife he had always wanted. So he hid the truth from me and married her instead. I didn't know how long he sat there, but eventually, he wiped his tears away. Then, without hesitation, he transferred the video to his phone and sent it to the police. Carefully placing my gift back where he found it, he stood up and walked out of the house.