Too Late, I Married Up Novels & Stories

He muttered to himself, "Women. You give my biggest rival a weapon because you're in a mood. Clearly, you can't be trusted with sensitive information." The disconnect was absolute. We were speaking different languages, operating in different realities. Our marriage hadn't shattered in a single moment; it had been eroding for years, grain by grain, in these moments of profound misunderstanding. The incident with Max and the police was just the final quake that brought the hollow structure down. "If I come back," I said, playing along with his twisted script, "Isabella has to go. For good. Would she accept that?" He frowned, incredulous. "You're *negotiating*? After what you did? I'm being gen

Acting had been part of my life since the day I got married, and Marshall was the kind of director who pushed everyone to be their best, ensuring our movie would be the talk of the town when it was released. Stepping outside the studio, I glanced at the sunset, then at the park where I had left my car. Tonight was Lucas’, my husband's birthday. Our marriage wasn’t perfect; far from it, but I still wanted to give him something meaningful. Five years ago, we got married, and since then, our relationship has been strained. He constantly gave me attitude because he believed I was the reason Claire, my sister, left. Yet I held onto hope that he might change. I drove downtown to the mall, my mind

After that bloody massacre, I desperately longed for a home. So, when my wolf awakened and recognized Drew, I didn't hesitate to form a mate bond with him, even though he had nothing to his name. I naively believed that hard work alone would improve this family. Instead, he rushed to the battlefield on the day of our wedding and vanished for three years. Then, Leo came along. He used to be a pup who could make everyone go soft. "Where have you been this past month, Jenny?" Leo asked. I remained silent.

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

The truth being exposed was naturally good, but if the truth was too late, it was too cruel. “But I found out the truth too late. At that time, you were already married with a child. I knew you, you’re a very single-minded person. As long as you made a promise, you would stick to it. You married him, so you would whole-heartedly devote yourself and definitely not betray him. Then what was the use of me seeking you out?” “Grace…” Martin called out, his voice trembling. “Right now, do we still have… still have any chance to be together?”

"Excuse me? I agree you are my wife, but don't you remember our agreement? Stay the fuck away from my business and Ginna included, she is staying here and that's final, if you don't like it then you can move out," "Cross! If she moves in here then we are over," "We? There never was a we, you begged me to marry you which I did, you know this is not a real marriage and furthermore, if you leave here you don't even have a place to go, without me your parents will chase you out, leaving will means going back to "And you think the world revolves around you? Well think again, if that lady moves in here just know that our marriage is over," "Bitch, you don't have anywhere else to go,"

Now, it's done. I am married to him now. Bearing his last name, Bromeo sounds cool and it felt good, to be honest but I just need to remind myself that we are only married and we won't be committed to each other. My luggage and his have been transferred to our new mansion. I made people believe that he bought the mansion but some crook head won't believe me.

Andro was my age, but he looks older and much scarier. if he finds out I got married. "What is this I hear about you getting married?" He ask and I pale. Uh-oh

And yet he had to admit that she was quite good at pretending that her life was okay just the way it was. "So, what happens when you are all old and gray?" "Personally,I have always thought that getting married just because you don't want to be alone when you are old and gray is utter bullshit. Like why would you spend almost thirty-five years with someone you know you're not happy with just because you do not want to be alone when you are old and gray? What if i lose my memory and can't even remember him? Think of all the miserable moments I would have avoided, but oh no I had to endure it just because I was scared of being alone when I'm all old and gray. That is not the union of body and

The year I finally earned my place among the company’s top shareholders, I bought a bigger house and turned the backyard into a micro-turbine testing ground. That same year, I registered my marriage to my partner, Noah, also an engineer. The ceremony was simple: Red Rock Canyon National Park, a denim dress, a bouquet of desert wildflowers, and a few colleagues and close friends. We decided to be childless, dedicating our future to rotor blades and data. Many years later, Mother was critically ill. I went back for a final visit. She was bone-thin, yet she held my hand, repeating, “I’m sorry,” over and over.