Too Late, I Married Up Novels & Stories

Trying to ignore the phone on the windowsill. Thirty seconds away from the truth. Thirty seconds I'd chosen not to watch. And I wondered if Marcus was right. If I'd just made the biggest mistake of my life. If I'd just destroyed everything that mattered. But it was too late now. The papers were signed. The marriage was over. And whatever came next, I'd have to live with it. For better or worse. In sickness and health. Till death do us part. Except death had already parted us. Long before today.

We were the perfect couple and how foolish I was not to see. He said right then and there that he wanted to marry me. Who was I to refuse? I was over hills with love. He was my soulmate, the one I've waiting for. We didn't waste anytime and tied the Knott. It was the best experience of my life. I was over the moon with happiness. After our marriage we decided to move and go stay on another country. Marc said it was closer to his business and so we decided to stay there. I didn't bother going to college because I never saw the importance of it when I had Marc on my side.

He said calmly, "No rush." "Do you think you are still young? You're almost forty years old, and you're still not getting married. Are you planning to wait until your beard and hair turn white before walking into the auditorium with a walking stick? I can't afford to lose face like this!" "You're not saying anything because you find me annoying again, right? Alright, I won't bother you anymore. You can get married when you're a hundred years old. I don't care anymore!" Old Madam hung up the phone angrily.

Through gossip from others, Sheila also learned that his married life was not as satisfying as he might have hoped, since he had climbed the social ladder. The hardships of marrying up were not that easy to endure, and not everyone could withstand them. He chose to give up on her to climb higher, so he had to endure the struggles that came with it. He had made his bed, so now he had to lie in it. “Alright, you rest early too. I’m going to sleep.” Enid stood up and returned to her room. Her husband was waiting for her at the doorway. Marvin had wanted to talk to his niece, but Sheila had already returned to her room, and even though they were biologically related, she was grown up now, so he

It only made Evelina want to smile, but she quickly composed herself. “So, you finally got married. Wow, you’re quick. This means that you were probably cheating on me while we were married,” Tim said, and his voice almost sounded as though he was hurt by the fact that Evelina had rushed to get married. “I told you before, I’m not a cheat like you. I met my husband after you, and we knew that we were meant to be together, so we got married,” Evelina answered fiercely.

Eight years after I left the country, I'm offered a fortune to come back. After a research symposium, I run into my ex-boyfriend, Ethan Grimsley. He proposes to me and asks me to give him another chance. My former colleagues from the research institute immediately start cheering, all of them waiting for me to burst into tears and say yes. After all, they remember how crazy I used to be about Ethan. Back then, there was nothing I wouldn't have done for him. Apparently, they've forgotten what happened eight years ago. At a project showcase, I proposed to Ethan in front of everyone, only for him to turn me down without a hint of emotion. And that wasn't all. To help Michelle Lindberg, some

In a world that valued blood over loyalty, she had never been enough. Evening in Milano The celebration was in full swing when she arrived. Laughter echoed through the hall, glasses clinked, and compliments floated like confetti. At the center stood Leonardo Marchesi—her husband. The man everyone celebrated. The man who had dragged a fallen empire back to glory with sheer will. He deserved the praise. Every bit of it. “Congratulations, Mr. Marchesi. Truly young and accomplished.” “Your family life looks perfect too. You’re a lucky man.”

Married. To him. LATER THAT NIGHT… “What do you mean you’re married to Xavier Knight?” Mira gasped through the phone. “I don’t know! I didn’t mean to!” I whisper-yelled. “I just signed some stupid papers” “You’re telling me you accidentally married the hottest, most arrogant senior in school?! Girl, I’ve had dreams about that!” “This is not a dream,” I groaned. “It’s a nightmare. Someone banged at the door. I flinched.

"John, have you lost your mind? Today is my wedding day with Willow. What are you doing here?" Instead of backing down, John snapped, his voice tight with emotion. "I'm not the crazy one. You are! Willow was supposed to marry me. She is mine! I was the one who stood by her side during all those years you were in a coma. We were good together. She's only marrying you to spite me!" I glanced at Nathan nervously, afraid he might actually believe John's nonsense, but Nathan just raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Wow, so all those years and you still couldn't win her over? Sounds like I'm just more irresistible than you."

Because after all, this will be something that no one can ever compare, of course, and this will provide a question mark that will never end at all for anyone. “Should we get married now? It seems like all the bad things have happened before we even got married and I feel that there is no point at all for us to postpone the wedding because no matter how long it takes it will just be a waste and of no use. More than that, who will understand and understand and who will say if this will be good or bad? In fact, there is nothing that would be much more pleasant than us continuing to think if this would be the best thing ever. More than that, we will never force it and we will also never know so