Too Late, I Married Up Novels & Stories

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"Do you prefer to trust the information you've read online than me?" I responded with a coldness, saying the internet is not capable of falsifying government records. Silence fell between us. It still had that steam from the bathroom. Julian's chest was covered by water, a sight that used to weaken me but now made me feel unwell. During the marriage, Julian was frustrated and ran through his hair. He explained, "Ophelia is my spouse now. It was only on paper. I ceased to reside with her after that.” I still went. A portion of me wished to accept his words, but the rest could not come to terms with any excuses.

There we were, all smiles in the Sicellia sun: my husband in his crisp white shirt, me in my breezy blue dress, and Leo and Luca laughing in between. That trip was bliss; married life was good. Just had to sort out some family stuff back home, and bam, this mess. I steeled my gaze. That charade would end at the wedding. No more taking their hits lying down, no more Bruce and Bella's little show. Time to make them pay for their pride and foolishness. I started dialing, setting up my move for the wedding. Every piece was in place for the checkmate. "Everything's all set?" I asked.

But with Lillian pointing it out, I started seeing the bigger picture. True to her word—Lillian really knows her way around internet drama—a post titled "Rich Marriages: Playing Separate Games, Who's Truly Invested?" went viral almost immediately. The anonymous poster claimed to be someone on the periphery of high society with inside knowledge. They wrote that the recently lovey-dovey but now scandal-plagued "Mr. S and Miss J" had a marriage of convenience—all public displays of affection were just for show while they lived separate private lives.

"What?" "I should have married you sooner. Could have skipped months of anxiety." "We can't change the timeline. But we have the rest of our lives to make up for it." "The rest of our lives. That's—that's a long time." "Good. I plan to use every second." They fell asleep on the couch, tangled together, the city humming outside, their future stretching out bright and certain and theirs. Married. Finally, permanently, perfectly married. And it was everything they'd dreamed it would be.

"Let's just get married." "Huh?" ***

I asked quietly, “I do. Quite a lot actually.” He replied, “I regret not giving myself a chance on time. A chance to be happy…it’s the reason I married your grandma so late.” He said, smiling through the sad smile on his face. “I was too busy fooling around and deceiving myself, because I didn’t want to admit I needed her in my life. But I eventually did though, and it felt wonderful. I made sure to marry her, but then…”

I said, breaking the silence. Only then did he look up and meet my eyes. "And you're late." My eyes furrowed slightly. "By five minutes." "And already making excuses... how unfortunate." "I wasn't aware that I married a stopwatch," I said, and a faint smirk touched his lips. "I don't tolerate inefficiency... Mrs. Hemenez." "Then you married the wrong woman," I replied. A dark chuckle escaped his lips. "And pray do tell who exactly proposed this marriage?" Silence stretched and my fingers curled slightly.

"one girl said and they all chorused 'yes' * WHEN I SUPPORTED HIM * I "Well then..throw him this cup of alcohol right on his face if you aren't scared.."one girl said and they all chorused 'yes' of you..and I'm sorry for that..I didn't want you guys to pester me about being married at this age and I want to feel among you guys..you all insult me at school about being married..and that's why I had to lie that..I am not happily married or so..." "I am happily married to Barry and we even use to have sex!"

[Location: Las Vegas] [Time: 4 pm] [Evy's point of View] "Do you take thee to be your lawfully wedded husband, for richer or poorer, in sickn-" Getting married, they said it was fun, they said it was supposed to give you a sense of ecstasy, they said it would be everlasting...but they were wrong. It was not fun, it brought anything but paradise and it was not everlasting and the scarcity of a ringing ring on my finger seemed to concede with me.