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

she said after she sat down. “Have you finally agreed to marry me, Mr. Kendrick?” She asked first before he could say anything. Alden hesitated before he replied, “There is no need to marry you. We are already married. We got married three years ago,” he said, sounding serious, but the look on his face stated otherwise. He was smiling as if what he just said was a joke. “You are so fond of making jokes, Mr. Kendrick,” she chuckled at his words. “I am serious. It will be obvious that our marriage is fake if we get married all of a sudden. Since all of it is fake, let's make everyone believe I am your hidden husband. We got married three years ago in Country D,” he explained, confusing her.

“Burn your fatuous desires, Mr Cannedy. I won’t marry you. In fact, you are the last man I would prefer.” Hissing, I slammed my hands. Determined to not marry this man as I turned to leave. Before he could continue his mindless wish, I walked out. “What is his problem? Is that how people should marry? Why should ‘I’ marry him? Why bind my life with a stone?” I was constantly muttering those questions under my breath while walking as far as possible from him. Sadly, he had decided to become my shadow and followed my trails, also resolved to convince me to marry him.

Standing on the wedding stage, I raised one hand in farewell to Julian. Goodbye to my ex-husband. Goodbye to my failed three-year marriage. Goodbye to the years I had wasted loving the wrong man. From that day forward, every road ahead of me was open. The End.

On my wedding day, I received a call from my husband three years in the future via a time machine. In the video, he was lying in bed with my maid of honor, calmly telling me he had cheated. The screen went black. I sat frozen on the suite's sofa, unable to process it. Ethan and I had been together for eight years, since college. He was the youngest rising-star attorney out of his law school. I was the surgical prodigy out of mine.

“This is from Mrs. Roth. It’s to repay the thirty-dollar meal you treated her to ten years ago.” It was a check for thirty thousand dollars. While it was enough for him to survive, it also served as a verdict that declared all his struggles futile. This mercy cut deeper than any revenge. Alexander stared at the check, and then at the distant sight of me embracing Zane. Suddenly, he burst into manic laughter, which eventually turned into sobs. In the end, he curled up on the ground like a broken cur left to die in the gutter. ... Zane and I boarded a plane to a private island for our honeymoon. Outside the window, the clouds churned like waves in the ocean. I rested my head on his shoulder as

The moment I breathed in fresh air, the sickness in my stomach finally began to subside. Three years ago, my family arranged for me to travel abroad for a blind date. Under their pressure, I begged Jenny, the woman I had dated for seven years, to register our marriage at the city hall. I figured that if we made it official, everything else would fall into place. Jenny agreed. I didn't expect that when I arrived at the city hall, Ronald, her childhood sweetheart, would be there with her. Jenny told me, "Ronald's kid needs his legal status sorted out. I'm going to marry him first. Once I get the divorce decree in a month, I'll marry you immediately. It's just for the kid, so don't read into it

“This one belongs to you.” Elena’s heartbeat quickened. “To me?” “It has been registered in your name for almost three years.” Three years. The exact length of her marriage. Elena’s fingertips brushed against the cold metal of the safety deposit box before she withdrew her hand. Three years ago, she had stood in a white dress, promising to spend the rest of her life beside Adrian. She remembered the nervous smile on his face as he struggled to slide the wedding ring onto her finger because his hands had been shaking. They had laughed together while their families applauded, completely unaware of how fragile forever could become.

He sighed, his breath heavy with frustration. With a sharp motion, Margaret hurled her phone across the room. The staff nearby jumped, startled, and quickly approached. "Ms. Chapman, is everything alright?" Margaret shook her head lightly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." "No problem at all." The staff member smiled, trying to ease the tension. "Congratulations, Ms. Chapman. You're getting married to Mr. Hartley in just three days." Margaret froze, her heart sinking. "What do you mean?"

"That's funny. How is it coming from someone who married a man in a coma just to save herself?" Tatiana stayed silent. Oktavia's smile grew wider. "Do you know what the saddest part is?" She leaned closer. "You finally got a luxurious marriage, but with a man who can't even open his eyes to see who his wife is." Tatiana clenched her fists. But she remained calm. "At least Rafael never pretended to love me and then abandoned me when things got difficult." Oktavia immediately understood the meaning behind those words. "Matthew?" Tatiana gave a faint smile. "Yes. Matthew."

“You are very clever, Mr. McLean Kaofax. I did get married to Elvis three days ago." "Did you get pregnant?" asked Lean irritably. It felt like Avelyn wanted to hit the guy on the head with the chunks of coconut sticks that were growing along the road. "You guess? Tsk, I'd better just go. Have a nice holiday." With a sullen face, Avelyn walked away leaving Lean who was still standing where he was. Meanwhile Lean began to realize that his joke was a little too much for a newlywed like Avelyn. So with full determination, Lean immediately caught up with Avelyn and grabbed the woman's shoulder to make Avelyn stop in her tracks.