先婚后爱 Novels & Stories

"How can you tell me to marry someone that I don't love? I've told you multiple times that she means nothing to me, but you keep pressuring me to be with her," "You'll eventually fall for her," His mother argued, her voice thickening in determination. "No, I won't. I'll never love her!" He declared, his voice serious and steady. "Why can't you understand that and leave me alone?" "I can't!" She yelled back, her frustration boiling over. Agnes didn't care that she was out in the open, shouting at her son through an intercom. "Where has love gotten you? Hasn't it brought you more harm than good?" She questioned, her voice rising. "What has your dumb love for Amanda brought you? Haven't you bee

When I stooped down to pick it up, my pulse raced as I recognised my name neatly written at the top. "Dear Camilla Rowland, I hope this letter finds you well. Sign the documents contained in the mail. The love of my life, Alessia, has returned. I need you to carefully read and sign the papers. After that, you may leave my house. "Our marriage is ended.”

Perhaps, the closeness between the two families that had existed for a long time ago made the awkwardness disappeared. But during the talk, which took more than an hour, Helena didn't intend to see him at all. Her eyes avoided meeting Aaron's, even if only for a moment. It seemed that Helena was still angry at his act at their last meeting. However, shouldn't he be the one that felt the anger? He felt cheated by her. And how could she not give him any explanation and just vanished from him? Aaron thought sadly about his confusing situation. The woman he loves so much turned out to be his hated future wife. How should he explain his feelings now? Hate? Love? Or both of them?

"Can you tell me, please?" "Of course!" Nina chirped. "Daddy said that he fell in love with Mommy at first sight at their high school graduation ceremony. They took a picture together that day, and it's still hanging above their bed." She then took a picture and sent it to me. When I opened the image, it was none other than our graduation photo. Except this time, the person standing in the middle—me—had been edited out. Beside it hung a vintage-style wedding portrait of Summer and Malcolm.

He tightened his embrace, as if afraid of losing the source of his happiness. “Why, Vivian? Is my love not enough for you to make you want to leave?” His voice sounded so gentle—the tone he used when we were newly married. “I don’t want to just be your mistress, Bastian. I want you to marry me,” Vivian demanded. “Don’t worry, I’ll divorce Casandra and marry you!” That sentence completely shattered my world. A disappointment I had never felt before pierced deeply into me. Bastian had been loving another woman behind my back. He no longer cared about the five years of marriage we had built with sweat and tears.

I am going to regret this in the morning. “Damnit Ashton, what is going on?” “Did you sleep with her?” “What?” “Did. You. Sleep. With. Her?” “With who?” “Zain don’t play dumb with me right now. I saw her hanging back and watching you talk to me.” “Okay first yes, she came back to the house to party.” I took another shot. “I didn’t have sex with her tonight Ashton.” “Whatever.” “I don’t understand what is going on right now.”

She ended the call. Damian listened to the beeping tone of the disconnected call. His hands were shaking. He closed his eyes and leaned against the back of his chair, and tried to calm down. Bella slipped her phone back into her pocket and walked through the gates without looking back. The second some other woman had waltzed into their relationship, she'd known the truth—the boy who'd once loved her with wildfire intensity was gone forever. Right now, she just wanted to leave all of this behind and start over elsewhere.

“Devia, you will never win Argantara’s heart!” The voice pierced my ears the moment I opened the office door that afternoon. Revania stood before me with a triumphant smile. Her posture straight, chin lifted high, her eyes glittering with arrogance. “Even if you are his wife, don’t ever forget…” She stepped closer, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. “I was his first love. Not you.” A faint laugh came from beside her. A young woman—Revania’s assistant—covered her mouth mockingly.

She stood up from her seat to look for my husband. Mrs King: "Tania calm down. He didn't come home last night" I said to persuade her. Tania: "Of course he didn't sleep home. He never does and you pretend to be okay with this loveless marriage of yours" Mrs King: "Tania, I'm okay!" Tania: "No, you are not!" She held my hand to try and convince me with a calm voice. "Leave this marriage before it destroys you. Mimi, you do not deserve this treatment from that bastard. You deserve to be happy"

Even her attitude was far from the Amarah he knew before they remarried. “Babe, aren’t you going to sleep yet? I’ve been waiting for you in our room for a while,” Amarah said as she hugged him from behind, pulling him back from his deep thoughts. She kissed his neck, but he still had no will to respond, even to her embrace. He removed her hands from his neck and saw the sulking in her eyes.