We Got Married Ep 357 Novels & Stories

Petal's POV "I'M GETTING MARRIED AFTER THREE MONTHS!" I blurted out so fast it sounded like a single, unbroken word. Samy's eyes widened in disbelief. Her mouth fell open, her face frozen in an expression of absolute shock. "What the...?!" she muttered, blinking like she hadn’t heard me right. Then, louder—too loud—she repeated, "What?! You're getting married after three months?!" Heads turned. Conversations stopped. People in the canteen started staring at us like we were characters in a soap opera. My face flushed with embarrassment. We both bowed our heads and muttered, "Sorry," as if that could erase the awkward attention we had drawn.

I can't finish. "Yes." No hesitation. "Yes. Tomorrow. We find a courthouse. We get married. We make this official. We—" He's crying now. "We choose each other. Forever. Legally. Completely." "Is that crazy? Getting married the day after—" "It's perfect. It's us. It's—" He kisses me. "It's everything I've wanted since that first night in Vegas three years ago." We make love one more time. Careful of Hope sleeping beside us. Quiet. Gentle. More emotional than physical.

She indifferently nodded and replied, "Yes, thank you." She ate dinner alone, then sat on the sofa and watched TV alone. After the evening news, Mango TV was showing a popular TV show, "Let's Get Married". The male and female protagonists started from a misunderstanding and gradually became attracted to each other. Avery suddenly felt that all the ruckus, all of the ordinary people, were the true essence of happiness. It was a pity that all of these were things that she could only dream of.

"I'm done, Alex. Really done. No more looking back. No more wondering what if. No more guilt about the choices I made. I'm ready to just... be." "Be married to me?" he asked with a small smile. "Be married to you," I confirmed. "Build our life. Figure out what comes next. Together." That evening, we had dinner at home—pasta that I made, wine that Alexander selected, comfortable conversation about everything and nothing. No wedding talk, no Miles talk, no gossip. Just us being a married couple having a normal evening. "Is this what it's going to be like?" I asked as we cleaned up together. "Just... easy?"

Mrs Locason said before hugging me briefly. As we broke the hug, I smiled a little and nod my head at what she just said. We all stood outside of the church in front of Raymond's car. I was told a few minutes ago that we will both be going for our honeymoon. I have no idea where we're going and I didn't bother asking. After all, my wedding was fixed without my knowledge and consent. I do not think, I can have a say in this also. All the things I will be needing are already packed in Raymond's car.

“Dylan, are you okay? What the heck are you talking about? Of course, my sister can't go to your wedding. She’s getting married today too.” Dylan felt like he had been struck by lightning. He froze, completely stunned, and his mind went blank. His hand trembled as he gripped the phone, hardly believing what he had just heard. “M-Married?” he forced the word out. “To who?!” His voice rose uncontrollably. “Haven’t you seen the financial magazine or headlines lately? She’s marrying the heir of the Muller family—Jasper Muller.”

she said we both nodded, we seated ourselves on the couch, while Ellie sat on the next couch, she fixed herself one more time before the camera man gave her the sign to start. “congratulations to the new couple, they just got married!” she said looking at the camera, “so, how did you guys meet?” she asked I smiled, I know the answer to that! “We met on a ski trip” I said looking at Harris who took my hand into his, I blushed feeling his touch sending electricity all over my body. He smiled still looking at me. “Awe, are you the sweetest!” she said with a smile, Harris pulled me closer planting a kiss on my cheek, I froze, he looked away nervously. What was that? He really can do anything for

"It wasn't a dream! My body knew the steps, Cale! I don't know how to waltz! I have two left feet! But for a minute out there... I was flying. Because I wasn't dancing with Julian. I was dancing with you." He grabbed Cale’s hand. "When did we dance?" Elion demanded. "Tell me. Was it a challenge? Was it a date?" Cale looked at him. The pain in his eyes was unbearable. "It was a wedding," Cale whispered. Elion froze. "A wedding? Whose wedding?" "Ours," Cale said. The word hung in the air. Heavy. Impossible. "Ours," Elion repeated. "In Timeline 33," Cale said, his voice hollow. "We won. We beat the game. We got married in the garden."

Everything was connected. Charlie and the others were convinced that I was a doormat they could trample all over. Unfortunately for them, they were sorely mistaken. A high-pitched, feminine voice cut through the air. "Oh? If it isn't Ms. Rosewood." Charlie's wife, Sasha Fitch, waddled over to us, escorted by her bridesmaids. Her belly was quite large. Her wedding dress was made of cheap lace, and the rhinestone necklace around her neck was blinding. It was obvious at just a single glance that the stones were from a warehouse.

Turning toward Prince Carlson, I said, "Darling, let's go." He wrapped an arm around my waist, and together we walked away, leaving my mother with a look of utter despair. Behind us, Maggie's hysterical screams rang out, "Alicia! You will die a terrible death! You think marrying a eunuch means safety? He will despise you—" An arrow whistled through the air, cutting her words short. Alongside my mother's startled scream came the muffled crash of a heavy body striking the ground. I paused mid-step, but I did not look back.