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I thought our marriage was fake, but I was wrong. “I married a man I did not love.”

" Confused, she asks with curiosity resounding in her voice. "Your husband is coming to get you tomorrow by 12pm. You should be at home," Ignoring her question, Mr. Williams further say as reaches out to his phone from the couch. “You are joking, right?" She shakes her head in bewilderment while having a confused smile on her face. Everything is crazy and funny. Where's that suddenly coming from? What brought about her getting married? Why? To who? And besides, her dad is aware that she has a boyfriend whom she loves so much, so what's with the expensive joke?

Ilalang Jagad Rahwana, a doctor specializing in surgery, was handsome and had a good career in medicine, and he was a single man, just like his two friends who had many female fans, but his heart had yet to find the right girl to fill his heart. "So what about your wedding?" asked Jagad. "You didn't even attend my wedding, and now you're asking me now." "Sorry, I wanted to attend but something happened that required me to have emergency surgery." "It went well," Melvin replied. Seeing that look on Melvin's face made Jagad raise one eyebrow. "Why, what's wrong?" "The problem is that he didn't marry Renata." "What does that mean?" "He is not married to Renata but to the woman."

I took a step to the side to avoid him, and I was able to pass, but he quickly stopped me by holding my arm before I could even get away. "Husband?" shocked, lined with pain was visible on his face while staring at me unbelievably. "You are married? Why?" Bler asked bitterly. I scoffed. "What exactly do you mean by why?" I shook my arm to shake Bler away before raising my brow to inquire. "What made me marry? Simply because I want to! And it has nothing to do with you!" I scowled and walked away, leaving him in the dust as I scuffled my way out.

Even all her friends have ignored her whenever she called them they wouldn't pick up, Evelyn leaked marriage should be a source of joy to her but why does she seems it let her turn out to be a loser. "But wait, who did that wench get married to? Why are there no photos, could it be that it's a contract marriage?" She soliloquizes while walking to the fridge, she picks a red apple and she goes to the kitchen for a knife. "Well I don't care who she marries but as long as I see her with a man, I would make sure to capture them together, then news would appear that the married Evelyn Brown is seen with her boy toy." She giggles silently while piercing the apple with the sharp knife.

She kisses my cheek and walks out to let me assess thing. Then everything finally sinks in. I'm married to Blake. I know that I have been shouting that sentence but it just didn't sink in properly that I'm now married. I'm a married woman and even if Blake isn't the person I wanted to be married to, he still is my husband. Oh Steven what have you done to my life? I should have never agreed to go on a date with you. How are we going to fix this mess as soon as possible because I don't know how but there is a huge hiccup in fixing the mistake of me getting married to Blake? Oh God what have I done?

She was so certain of it. It was unbelievable because Jessie and Din's relationship did not cross the Los Angeles barrier. "Well, sorry to burst your bubbles, I am married to him, and I want that room before you force me to call Aunt Billy and ask her to fire you." Jessie was a badass, and the way she spoke frightened the registrar.

, " Even though I might not be able to attend, he should have still told me, we called ourselves best friends, and yet he couldn't tell his bestie that he's getting married and you also kept it from me" " Don't put it on me", he quickly withdrew, " I thought he told you, I wasn't able to attend also...but...are you sure that's the reason why you're this pissed?", he eyed her suspiciously, she seems too pissed for that and it was like it was yesterday he got married. Marisa looked away, " have you seen him recently?", " No", " The lady he got married to, does he like her?", " I don't know, I'm not in his mind",

“Because the man I married doesn’t need a perfect past to deserve loyalty.” The interview ended ten minutes later. When I leave the studio, my phone is already vibrating with messages. PR. Board members. Media reactions. But the one notification I notice first is the live broadcast replay. Adrian is watching. Across the city, in his office, Adrian sits alone at his desk. The interview plays again on the large screen mounted across the room. My voice fills the quiet space. “…the man I married doesn’t need a perfect past to deserve loyalty.” The clip ends.