Too Late, I Married Up Novels & Stories

I swallowed tightly and squeezed my eyes shut as the memory played out. "Lena… can I marry you?" "No, of course not. You’re too young. What do you even know about marriage?" Her teenage voice replied, gentle but amused. "So? When I grow older, then I can marry you?" Her laughter echoed in my mind — once beautiful, now a cruel, tormenting sound. "It doesn’t work like that, Tarzan. I will also grow into an old woman. You don’t want to marry an old lady, right?" "The old lady is you, then I don’t care. Yes, I will marry her."

A middle-aged woman walked up to me, smiling warmly. Marcel didn't have to tell me twice before I got rid of this scumbag’s name. He was in my past now, and his trashy name didn't have to be on me. This morning I heard he had gotten married to Natasha on my supposed wedding day…they had this all planned, leaving me in the dark.

"You're insane." "You married me anyway." "Clearly a lapse in judgment." "Too late. No returns, no exchanges." "Damn." We finally fell asleep as the sun rose, tangled together, married and happy and completely exhausted. It was perfect.

A male voice calls, “It’s time” There’s no going back now, I am getting married.

Chemistry wasn’t something you measured in sparks—it was measured in how it made your brain short-circuit while your heart did gymnastics. “Us,” he repeated, that single word heavy with unspoken truths. “Ivy, we’re officially married. And somehow… I feel like we’re already in too deep to ever untangle. And I like it.” I laughed, nervous, breathless. “You’re terrible.” “And yet,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk, “you married me anyway.”

Kelly dragged her chair even closer to her, not looking at her, looking at the pool too, not looking at her. " You don't know, you just got married. You'll see that married life is not a bed of roses like you think, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you that.” " I got married late, Cassie, precisely because I know too much about marriage…” " I don't care if you married late, you can see that you married late, you look older than me and I already have two children.”

What the hell was he sorry for? Oh Goodness! The sound from my phone interrupted my thoughts. I looked around to be sure of where the sound was coming from. It wasn't on the nightstand or the bed. I only found it under the bed. How drunk was I? It was a message from Leon. Leon: Can't wait to finally call you my wife. I'm looking forward to seeing how stunning you'll look in your wedding dress. I might snap some necks today. And he did. As I walked down the aisle in the afternoon, his mouth curved into the widest grin I'd ever seen, but I could still see him shooting fires at other men from the corner of his eyes.

“I have something I need to tell you.” “Ok sweetie,” he says as his voice turns serious. “What is it?” “James and I,” I say slowly. “We.. sort of.. got married. To each other.” There’s a pause before he says, “well honey, I’m no expert, but you either did or you didn’t. I don’t think marriage is something you ‘sort of’ do.” “Then we did,” I tell him. “We got married last week.” “They did what!” I hear Mary yell faintly.

I said, shocked but not really. The way I figured it, they had to have been messing around for years. Had to. So they finally get married and what … realize it sucks? I’ve been married about twenty minutes and it's pretty damn great. Don’t see that changing. Ohh yeah cause I found the right person, that’s what that is. “There’s more,” Slade said, wiggling his finger in a circle. I flipped the page. “What’s…” I trailed off, trying to understand what I was reading. I immediately felt sick.

, " Even though I might not be able to attend, he should have still told me, we called ourselves best friends, and yet he couldn't tell his bestie that he's getting married and you also kept it from me" " Don't put it on me", he quickly withdrew, " I thought he told you, I wasn't able to attend also...but...are you sure that's the reason why you're this pissed?", he eyed her suspiciously, she seems too pissed for that and it was like it was yesterday he got married. Marisa looked away, " have you seen him recently?", " No", " The lady he got married to, does he like her?", " I don't know, I'm not in his mind",