Too Late,she Already Married Mr.right Novels & Stories

He said holding nervous Adele's hands. “Get out” she said to Adele for Harden to scoff. “Mom, you should leave, I’ve warned you to stop barging into my privacy like that. Now I’m married and my wife and I will need that privacy” he said for Maria to still not understand what was going on. “Married? To who Harden?” Maria angrily ask for Harden to sigh. “Mrs. Adele McCall” he declared…..

And of course, her gaze landed right on me. "A good marriage can't be broken," she said, voice sweet but tight. "But a bad one? It falls apart on its own. Don't you agree, Mrs. Carter?" I wasn't surprised it had come to me. I'd been waiting. I set down my chopsticks, straightened in my seat, and met her gaze with a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "So what you're saying is… you're volunteering to be the mistress?" The silence that followed was deafening.

“Why do women always blame the other woman instead of fixing their marriage?” Anger burned through my chest instantly. “My marriage was perfectly fine before you inserted yourself into it.” She laughed softly. “No, Mrs. Daniel. Your marriage was already dying long before I arrived.” Her gaze swept over me slowly. “I simply gave Mr. Murphy something you stopped giving him.” The insult slapped across my face painfully. I stepped closer immediately. “And what exactly is that?” Nessa tilted her head slightly. “Peace.” The restroom suddenly became suffocatingly silent. I stared at her in disbelief. This woman truly thought she had won already.

"You're Joseph's aunt now, Wendy! But you're still so insistent on seducing him. How shameless can you be?" They truly were lunatics. I have told them countless times that I was already married, but Joseph was the one pestering me. And now Mabel was trying to put the blame on me? Just as I was about to scold them, I heard Bobby's voice from behind me. "Mommy!" With an unreadable expression, Jonathan gently called for me. "Come back." Warmth surged within me at once. I walked over to grab Jonathan. "Listen carefully, Joseph. I'm already married with a husband and a kid, and I'm living a good life now. Please stop pestering me."

Then followed them right up to the stage, step by step. All eyes turned. She adjusted her sleeves and flashed a smug smile. "Thanks for coming. But I'm afraid I can't marry someone like Quinn Quandt. I'm here to officially break off the engagement."

"It's too early." "He's coming anyway." She was already up, already reaching for my coat with hands that weren't quite steady. "Whatever he thinks about your timing." I laughed, one broken, startled sound, because even now, even “here”, some part of me was still trying to finish a sentence I'd never get to say out loud. It would have to wait. He wasn't waiting for anything. Mara pulled the door open and shouted down the hallway. "Mae! We need the truck!"

“Let me tell you something, Charlotte.” I stared at her silently. “In my husband’s family,” she continued, “there was once a woman who married into the house but failed to produce a child for five years.” Her tone had grown darker. “At first everyone was patient. They gave her time. They told her not to worry.” I felt a chill creeping along my spine. “But eventually,” she said, “the whispers began.” My throat felt dry. “They said she was cursed. That she had brought bad luck into the family.”

“You’re almost there, my dear. I can’t wait to hold that baby. I already told Adrian he better make me godmother!” Savannah blushed. “You’ll be the best one.” The aunt laughed loudly. “I like you! You have manners and a good heart. Adrian finally made the right choice.” Adrian came downstairs and smiled at the sight of them. “Auntie, what are you telling her?” The aunt turned to him quickly. “You didn’t tell me you were married already! You just hid her away like a secret treasure!” Adrian laughed. “She’s not my wife yet, Auntie.”

In order to prevent the Crawford family from losing another backbone, the butler quickly soothed him. “Besides, I haven’t agreed with the marriage. How could he do as he pleases? He’s bold enough to have a mind of his own now, isn’t he!” The butler hesitated for a while before he expressed, “Master, perhaps he decided to marry Miss Sanders because he can’t forget Mrs. Crawford.”

I tried to slam the emotional door on it, pushing it down into the dark. Why couldn't this be Tony? the thought screamed in my head. Why couldn't I have that? "—I know it might be too soon," Mary’s voice suddenly broke through the fog of my mind, jolting me back to reality. Her eyes were wide, sparkling. "But if he asked me to marry him today, I am totally going to say yes." I blinked, forcing my brain to process the words before a beat of awkward silence could form. "It's not," I said quickly, reaching out to tap her hand. “It’s not too soon. When you meet the right person, you just know they’re the right person.”