Novel & Cerita Three Years Wasted, I Married Mr·right

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?"

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?"

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.