Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 94

Talking about love After I had drank three more glasses of wine, I knew a little more about Jack’s and Chris’s personal lives, not that I was asking about it though… Nonetheless, I found out that Jack got married to his high school sweetheart, and they happily became husband and wife as soon as they graduated. He told me how he decorated a bower that stood at the back of their school with over three hundred red roses just to propose to his girlfriend. It was amazing to discover his romantic soul. He was the guy who had never forgotten his wife’s birthday or their anniversaries. I could see the love in his eyes when he talked about his wife…

“But we weren’t meant to be together…” He shrugged, ending his fairy-tale love story in a sad tone.

“What do you mean? What happened?” I asked, feeling emotionally engaged in his story. Jack smiled faintly. “She wanted to have a child, but she didn’t want the child’s father to have a dangerous job. She tried to force me to change my occupation, but I’ve always loved my job, and I still do. We got divorced a year ago…”

My heart ached as I heard his voice nearly crack at the final note. I could partially understand his wife; she wanted to be sure that her husband would come home every night and that he would be safe. At the same time, Jack seemed like a guy that girls often dream of; someone worth making some adjustments in your values and in the way you want your life to be. It was sad to find out that sometimes love is not enough to make two people stay together.

Listening to Jack, I could say that he was the type of man that had only one true love throughout his life, while Chris was Jack’s exact opposite. He fell in love every day, changing his girlfriends faster than he changed socks. I bet that girls were drawn to him like moths to a flame. He was intelligent, handsome, tall, well-built, and he knew how to talk to women. He must have been a charmer, the one who could sweet-talk every ice princess and melt her heart. . “Of course, I got slapped and cursed a lot,” he admitted with a dry smile. “But I didn’t think of myself as a bad guy, and it wasn’t always about getting laid, you know? It’s just that my heart opened quickly, but I got bored even more quickly. I guess it was my system telling me that that girl wasn’t the one I was looking for.” I leaned back on the sofa, amused by his cockiness and smug style. “And have you ever found what you’re looking for?”

“Yes… and no,” he replied, shooting me a crooked grin. “Explain.”

“Once I met a beautiful woman, tall and slender, brunette with a perfect body. She was the hottest female I’ve seen in my life. No offense.” He winked.

I chuckled. “None taken.”

Aren won, and she got extremely pissed off. I found her afterward drinking alone and decided to join her… We spent a pleasant night together; she gave me her number, and it was the first time I

TERVE

He paused

what happened next?” I

led by suspicions I decided to get up from the bed and look around her place. I found nothing extraordinary, but as I was getting back to bed, I noticed that she stupidly left her phone by the bed, and someone just texted her asking if the date worked. It could have been her friend, and I wanted to ignore it… but somehow it was driving me crazy. As soon as she fell asleep, I used her finger to get to her phone and I read

pitiful as Jack. Then I decided that I was drunk enough to get up, come over to their side, and give them both a hug. “I’m sure that both of you will find someone you will love

love Aren, don’t you?”

that obvious?” Jack answered before I could. “I knew that the first time I saw those two together. Lucky son of a bitch.” Jack drank what was left in his glass and went to Chris’s bar to pull out a bottle of whisky. “On the rocks or straight?” He didn’t bother asking if we wanted to drink something other

said. “Right decision,” Jack approved. “Cora?”

the fridge. I guessed that he had been drinking and hanging around Chris’s apartment many times to know exactly where the glasses and everything else were. I had a feeling that contemplating my happy relationship over large amounts of alcohol triggered some kind of

for a while, scratching his head. “Well… he was secretive and cold, and it took me a year to get to

I helped him take

response I expected. I suddenly regretted that I chose to even start that

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