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

"It's not about the pendant. I wore that for years. It meant something to me. It was something you gave me." My third birthday was so long ago, the memories are all a blur now. All I could vaguely remember was a boy showing up that year with a gift. Nathan gave me a soft smile. "I'll keep bringing you gifts, okay? I'll find all the best things in the world and give them to you. Willow, don't cry anymore. Smile more, please." … Our wedding was just seven days away. During that time, I stayed at the Stone residence. Keith and John called me countless times, but I didn't answer a single one.

Because I couldn't bring myself to call anyone Not Claire, not my father and Certainly not Ethan. The cold seeped through my dress quickly as my heels splashed through puddles. Mascara burned the corners of my eyes. I wasn't even sure if I was crying anymore. Everything felt numb. Three years. Three years of marriage and somehow I'd ended up here. Alone and Thrown out. Walking through a storm while my husband ran to another woman. A bitter laugh escaped me. God. What a joke.

Ignoring Jeremy, she turned to smile at Ryan. “You know, Rye, my last marriage was an absolute failure. Well, essentially, I got married to a f*ckboy.” Madeline’s glistening eyes sneered at Jeremy. “I know you’re a great man, Rye, but that marriage has left me with some ugly scars. “I’ve placed all my passion and feelings throughout my entire life for that man, but he has never even given me a single day of happiness. Nor did he even care if I was happy at all. I don’t think I’d survive another marriage like that, Rye.”

The words held a weight I hadn't anticipated, casting a shadow over the morning's victory. I looked at Sarah, my brow furrowing in disbelief. “Is something wrong, Mr Walters?” She asked. Maybe she would get it. I had to be reading the words wrong. Holding out my phone, I asked, "Sarah, what does this mean?" Sarah took the phone and read the message aloud, her voice steady but laced with unease. "We regret to inform you that your marriage to May Wolfe is null and void as of now and henceforth. We are sorry Snuggle could not make..."

After staying together for five years, they were blessed with twins, who back then were three years old,a boy and a girl, but just like that some years back he only got the ashes for his wife and daughter as the remnants, she had gone to visit her parents with their daughter, and in unclear way he lost them just like that, only the ashes were aired to him, so all this years he only got to stay with his son, taking care of him, his friends had convinced him to marry again but all this years he had never even for once found someone close to his wife, and for that he had decided to remain as a widower for over eighteen years already, do seeing this caller identification he thought maybe he real

"People can really talk behind your back and say the nicest things in front of you." He shook his head and gave me his signature look every time he's trying to appear unaffected. I silently cursed myself when I realized I can still read through him. "You are just trolling around. Just admit it. What you thought to be a happy marriage turned out to be a disaster. I'm right all along. And well, since you came to our table in a cordial manner, let me tell you a thing. I met Brad in New York and guess whom I saw him with? Yeah. You guess it right. She was with your wife and they act like they're still together. As if that's not enough proof of how your relationship is going down the drain then I

zipping the first bag, I pushed it onto the floor and grabbed the next one to pack our pants, K will deal with them later on. "Mrs Mancuso," a voice sang as it neared me. "Yes, Mr Mancuso?" I answered looking at my husband, we've been married for about three months but didn't have an actual wedding because everything happened so fast and we didn't really have time to plan for a wedding yet because we also had to prepare for our departure to London which was and still is a pain in the ass! We had a small gathering for a wedding and it didn't even take time for us to officially be married. Had to be the most happiest day of my life!

Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lupine magic—has now reached its final chapter. Drew and Jette’s journey unfolded through moonlit forests, ancient grudges, and surprising twists. Your unwavering support, your laughter shared in secret, and your whispered encouragement fueled my imagination.

What a lucky bastard I was. When Mari reached me, her arm through her father’s, I nodded at Mr. Wright. He nodded back. He’d come around recently to my marriage with his oldest daughter. It had helped that I’d introduced him—through Lochlann—to one of the most exclusive growers of orchids in Ireland. “Take care of her,” said Mr. Wright as he wiped away a stray tear. He kissed Mari’s cheek. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” “Thanks, Dad.” I took my wife’s hand, looking at her from head to toe. She’d bought a new wedding dress for our wedding, and although she’d looked beautiful in the one I’d pretty much torn off of her eighteen months ago, she looked even more beautiful in this new one.

"What do you want? Just say it." Mrs. Chancer said, "After all, you were married to James for three whole years without giving us any children, which is one reason we didn't like you. Fortunately, you divorced, so Charlotte could get pregnant now." Sarah laughed outright, looking at Mrs. Chancer mockingly. "Mrs. Chancer, I don't understand why you've suddenly come to tell me this. During those three years of marriage, your son chose to not touch me for Charlotte's sake. How is that my fault?"