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

“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

***** ~~ Hazel's POV ~~ ***** I had been planning this day for weeks. Three years. Today marked exactly three years since I became Mrs. Damon Moretti. Three years of a marriage that was supposed to change everything and instead had slowly, quietly, broken me in ways I didn't know a person could break. But today, I had decided, would be different.

"Tessa, I don't agree. I will decide when this marriage ends." He tossed the scraps into the trash with the elegance of someone discarding a worthless piece of paper. "Rest up. Stop making a scene." And with that, he turned and walked away, his back stiff and unyielding, as if the man who'd just raged like a madman had never existed. I watched his retreating back and realized that I might really have been married to a fool for the past three years. The next day, my phone blew up with bank notifications. "Dear customer, your credit card ending in XXXX has been frozen."

He knew full well that the same went for her too, but she could not see the truth and kept being deceived into making the wrong choice. They were married for three years, and such a long relationship was not so easily ended. "Stupid girl…" Frank sighed as he strode into White Court Hotel. - In Room 808, Chaz's bodyguards shoved Helen into the bathroom, splashing cold water on her. Her head cleared considerably, and despite her reluctance, she was dusting herself off after staying depressed for three days. She knew she absolutely did not want to marry Chaz, especially after seeing through Chaz's deceit and ambition beneath his harmless appearance.

She had only been at the company for three weeks and was newly pregnant, hoping to get maternity leave without being fired for the mistake. Thanks to my husband, she got my contact, and from the start, she apologized repeatedly and even transferred the money to me. When Samuel found out, he was both guilty and angry. "Why did you make it hard for poor Kate? Her family isn't well off. It's just three thousand dollars. Did you really have to scare her like that?" At that moment, we were in the hospital. My mother-in-law, Charlotte, suddenly fainted and would soon be diagnosed with dementia.

He will understand you, cherish you, and keep you smiling for the rest of your life. [This ring was the one you carved for me all those years ago, and I'm now returning it to where it belongs. May it bear witness to the happiness you truly deserve.] I held the ring in my hand, my eyes growing wet again. This time, it wasn't from grief. It was relief. - The drive felt endless, but I finally arrived at Casper's estate. The flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom. The fruit trees were thick with leaves, and the kitten basked in the sunlight.

Three years after I had made my girlfriend, Sophia Lambert, sleep with her superior, she finally went from being his lover to becoming his wife. Meanwhile, I barely made it out alive after years of being undercover in a drug trafficking ring. My body was broken beyond repair, and I had returned home only to wait for death. Sophia arrived with one of her arms wrapped around her husband’s during a charity visit for the poor. When she saw me standing in line for relief aid, she let out a mocking laugh. “Benjamin, how did you end up like this?” I hunched my shoulders. I hid the First-Class Merit Medal for Narcotics Enforcement I had received not long ago. After a long silence, I asked, “A