Too Late, I Married Up Novels & Stories

Moments later, he nearly crushed his phone tightly as he spat, "I told you that woman was lying! There were no accident victims who arrived at the hospital today! "Who do they think they are to celebrate my birthday with me?" The smile on Chelsea's face widened. "Who are you thinking of spending your birthday with then?" "You and Lulu, of course!" he replied without hesitation. Listening to these words, I felt terrible. After all, Niall and I were only together by accident in the first place. I still remember how cold his gaze was when he looked at me before we picked up our marriage certificate. "I'm only marrying you because of the child," he had said. "But I don't want anybody else to kno

Into. It was going to a really long marriage.

It was like he was only interested in this. Like now. The old man looked at them and said kindly, "When are you going to get married?" Jacob said lazily, "We don't get married. It's not that relationship." Hearing this, the old man immediately made a straight face and obviously disagreed, "How can we not get married?" Ashley, "…" The old man, with an attitude of experience, said painstakingly, "Get married early and settle down as soon as possible. Marriage is not a terrible thing. "

"Emma, she asked for my assistance personally, I can't leave her waiting." I lowered my gaze, trying to steady the ache spreading through my chest. "It won't take long," he continued. "Like I said, I'll make it up to you when I get back." I looked around the beautifully decorated room we hadn't even used. The candles were still burning, soft music drifted through the air, and the cake with ‘Happy Third Anniversary’ written across it sat untouched in the center of the table. Just a few hours ago, I’d imagined us sitting across from each other, laughing over dinner, cutting the cake together, and pretending—if only for one night—that we were a normal married couple.

"Greg, good morning? What would you like for breakfast?" "What? Did you just call me Greg? Are we mates? What gives you the right to call me that name? Because you're my wife? Hey kid, listen, Don't you ever call me Greg." "But… We're…married…" "So what? I only married you because of my grandmother. And looking at it, we're not on the same level, be it age, class, or status! You're just an eighteen-year-old country girl."

she annoyingly shrieked. "Come on, Hailey, my daughter, stop fantasizing about him. He's married now, okay? Just accept it," a big white man said with tobacco in his mouth, and he coolly sat down closer to his daughter. "I know something is off, Dad. I'm telling you. I never saw that woman with him for so many years I followed him so, how could he marry her? I can smell something fishy is going on," she mentioned with her intuition about the girl that Grey married.

She said, “the man I married today was not my choice, but I had no choice. Because I had missed my true love; I married this man because I was overage. I never wanted to be an old maid looking desperate. Old maids can be very desperate. They make a fool of themselves several times, only fee keeps their sanity. I jumped at my husband’s proposal to stay married but I am now missing my true love who also had gotten married now to another lady. When we met recently we held on to each other weeping for missing it. We felt trapped in a marriage. So, I always tell young people in love to stay together in love till marriage.” I smiled but I noticed Andrew was not smiling, he jerked, though I thought

It was always a regret of mine that I never completed my studies, so I applied to university again. While I was waiting for my results, I took a solo holiday to be by myself. Whenever I looked at the vast sea in front of me, I would be reminded of the child I lost. I had always wanted a baby that belonged to Stefan and me since we got married. Unfortunately, that baby came at the wrong time and missed its opportunity to be with us when we were most in love.

I became so used to Andrew’s indifference, that I barely noticed it anymore. And I stopped hoping for his affection. But now? Even my own son, my flesh and blood, the light of love, didn’t want me anymore. So what had this marriage been for? What had I gained from this marriage? What had my marriage given me after all these years? I didn’t have an answer because at the moment, it honestly felt like a big, fat nothing. Just then, my phone pinged, alerting me to a message that had just popped up on social media. It was from Charlotte, and it was a picture..

Meet with them and then tomorrow…Let’s get hitched! Love, Rand Letting out a long sigh, she smiled from ear to ear. It’s like her ole ma used to say. When things are this good? It feels you’re like ridin’ a gravy train with biscuit wheels. Apparently, she was getting married tomorrow to the man she ran away from for twenty years. Yes, she made a huge fool out of herself last night, but she just couldn’t help it. Even at forty, he was the yummiest piece of beef for miles around. I mean the man is hotter than hell’s brass hinges! If she were the same age as the Slut For Hire twins, she would jump him too.