Too Late, I Married Up Novels & Stories

#After A Few Months# *Vikesh Pov* “You told me that you are not the last one to get married in your gang?” My wife whom I got married to just a few days back asked looking at me. “Yeah!” I replied nodding at her as I bragged near everyone that I am not the last one like they expected me to be. “But they both are definitely married.” She mumbled pointing at the famous couple in my gang who made everyone run a marathon with their ups and downs for sure with our minds.

Victoria Graham told me we'd have to postpone getting our marriage license again just as I was picking up my fork. Victoria set down her cutlery, her tone as casual as if she were commenting on the weather. "Next time." I took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Okay." She glanced at me, then lowered her head and reached for another bite. Before taking it, she looked up at me again. "You're not angry?" I took another bite and answered calmly, "I'm not." We'd been engaged for six months, and this was the 17th time she'd postponed getting our marriage license. She was used to it. So was I. I ate slowly and finished my meal, one mouthful at a time. She didn't touch her food again. After ta

James yelled and I froze, the painful tug on my hair bringing me to earth. Marriage… Why would I be getting married to this fat pig who already had six wives? So the bargain I overheard them making a few weeks ago was no animal… It was me….

"Or fix your marriage." . . . _________________

"I came here to apologize about tonight. I was wrong, but I miss you. We belong together, Trey. We deserve another chance." Trey's loud sigh settles over the room. "Mari, I told you it was over months ago. Whatever fucked up arrangement we had is done." "But we're expected to get married." There's a scraping sound, but I'm not sure where it comes from. A stool being pulled out? Is she planning to sit and chat about this? "We are never going to get married. Get that through your head."

"Charlotte, Marlene is not my wife. She never was my wife in anything like the same sense that you are. I married her young and didn't realise that I'd made a mistake until Georgie was already on the way. And after that... When children are involved, you find a way to make it work... "When I divorced her, the marriage had been long over in any real sense, although I'll admit that I didn't realise myself what a sham it had been until much later. My marriage with you is more real than anything I ever experienced with Marlene. And that... union... is dead. The corpse is long in the ground."

The same receptionist from earlier glanced up, and the smile that spread across her face was open and far too knowing. “You two look very good together,” she said lightly, eyes flicking between us. “Anyone would think you were a couple.” The words landed like a match against dry paper. Heat flooded my face so fast it almost stung. “We’re not…” “We’re late,” Mr. Nik said, already guiding us forward with a small tilt of his head. His voice was even. Almost dry. He neither confirmed nor denied. He simply moved us past the moment as if it had never existed.

"Juliana, I know it's too late to say any of this. But I still need you to know. I love you." I listened quietly and felt nothing. The love he thought he had discovered had come too late. Worse, it felt cheap. "It's too late," I said, meeting his gaze. "I'm married. I have a child. Whatever you're saying now means nothing to me." The blood drained from his face. He took a step toward me, as if he wanted to grasp something before it slipped away, but he did not dare touch me. "If I had understood my own heart five years ago..." His voice cracked. "Would the one who married you have been me?"

“Try what again? God forbid a man has a type.” She shook her head slowly. “That’s unsettling.” “It’s not,” I shot back. “I married Anyta before dating Lia, so definitely I have a type. It has nothing to do with my ex wife.” “You married Anyta before she looked like she does now,” aunt Lucille pointed out as she leaned forward. Her eyes scanned my face silently. “You're getting close to doing too much.” I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed, choosing to change the subject.

She didn't look him in the eyes but kept staring at the door, she's really mad at him for doing this to her. “My dear little girl, I am just trying to make your life easier. You and Jacob got married just now but you were betrothed years ago, when you were infants. Plus, when you two just became adults, we arranged your marriage. It's just you two who kept running from the marriage.” Said the old man in a serious tone.