Love After Marriage Movie Collection

Wendy Sully and her sister are set for an extraordinary double wedding—her sister to the cold and commanding head of the Foster family, and Wendy to his brother, a celebrated actor. But on the wedding night, somehow, Wendy walks into the wrong room!

In a past life, I wed my childhood sweetheart, Drake Elledge, only to find heartbreak as he remained tangled with his first love, resulting in a tragic end for me and our unborn child. Little did I know, his uncle had been silently in love with me for seven years. Now, with a second chance at life, I refuse to repeat the past. When my mother asks if I'll marry Drake, I say no and choose Jace, sparking a new journey fraught with Drake's relentless attempts to win me back...

Victoria was set to return to Texas with her fiancé Carl to plan their wedding, but she was horrifically humiliated and betrayed by him. To save face with her family, Victoria reluctantly agrees to marry Simon, a homeless man she had been helping. Little did she know, Simon is not just any homeless man—he's a handsome and charming billionaire, the CEO of the prestigious Savage Group, ranked number one in the country. Upon returning to Texas with Simon, Victoria unexpectedly crosses paths with her arrogant ex, Carl. This time, she’s determined to reclaim all the dignity she lost.

She died betrayed. Given a second chance, she walks calmly into the marriage meant to ruin her, to an heir lost in a coma. But fate has its own script: he awakens, and her world transforms. With newfound power and protection, she reclaims every piece of the life stolen from her.

On New Year’s Eve Eve, I took two men to the Los Angeles Marriage License Bureau. I held a divorce paper from my current husband and a remarriage application with my ex. The two men fought over me, yet they never truly saw me. I once loved them with all my heart, but now I have no strength left to love. I am dying. For me, it makes no difference who I marry in the end.

My husband said I was too conservative. He said he felt no physical desire for me. The very next day, he sent me to a Perfect Wife Training Program. He said I needed to “free my nature” and learn how to serve a man. I was stripped naked and put on display. “A wife who doesn’t know how to please her husband?” “Your husband paid a fortune to send you here. We’ll make sure he gets his money’s worth.” On the day they announced my “final inspection,” my husband watched as I performed for different men. He completely lost control. I licked the scars on my own body and smiled sweetly. “Honey, thanks to your careful guidance, I’ve finally become a qualified wife.” “The men I served were in heaven.” “Do you like me now?” He pulled me into his arms and broke down, sobbing.

I married into the Harper family together with my best friend. Me to the the older brother, the fire captain, and her the younger brother, a famous surgeon. On our wedding anniversary, I found myself trapped, locked in a room by my husband's first love. Then, chaos erupted upstairs. Flames tore through the house. Seven months pregnant, I was alone, trapped, with no one coming to save me. Smoke choked me, searing my lungs, making every breath a struggle. Trembling, I dialed my husband, praying for help. His voice, impatient and cold, cut through the panic: "Stop making a scene. False alarms are a crime! Megan’s cat is in danger too! I gotta go save an actual life!" In the end, it was my best friend, Leah, who smashed open the door and saved me. Leah, frantic, called her husband, begging him to come over and treat me. But only icy indifference came from the other end. "Megan's cat injured its tail. As a doctor, I have a responsibility to treat it. Leah, can't you two be more gracious? Stop making a fuss over us doing our jobs and have some respect for yourselves." That day, I lost my child. Watching the doctor carry out what had been my baby, fully formed, I felt my soul shatter. "Leah, I want a divorce." Leah hugged me tightly. "If you get a divorce, I'll leave too. Those two pieces of human garbage aren't worth a drop of our tears.” That night, the Harper brothers received the divorce agreements, and panic set in.

The day before our wedding, my fiancé, Alexander Carter, died in a horrific car accident. Everyone thought I would collapse, that I would lose my mind with grief. But I didn’t. I neither cried nor made a scene. Five years later, in a top-tier luxury hotel in Manhattan, that man “came back from the dead.” He was openly fucking my stepsister, Marjorie. Shirtless and brazen, he pinned her against a chaise longue in the middle of an open party, forcing her legs apart and driving into her without restraint. Her shrill moans cut through the room. A heap of used condoms on the floor made it clear they’d been at it for a long time. When he noticed me standing alone, he didn’t stop. He thrust harder, drawing even louder cries from her, then looked at me with a smug smile. “So you’re my fiancée?” he said arrogantly. “You waited five years for me?” He sneered. “How desperate can you be? That kind of obsession is creepy. Still, since you love me so much, I’ll be generous. I can keep you as my mistress. But the title of Mrs. Carter belongs to Marjorie. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are hers. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, I’ll come to you. Be grateful.” I smiled. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” What Alexander didn’t know was that the night of his car accident, I received a video. What he didn’t know was that while he and Marjorie spent five carefree years in Europe, I had already married—and had a four-year-old daughter. And my husband was his uncle, the true power behind the Carter family.

My husband sent our five-year-old twins to hell, all because they dared to upset his precious first love. The men from the "behavior correction camp" burst into our home and dragged our sobbing girls away. Their tiny hands clung to the car door, crying and screaming for their daddy. Kathleen and I found them the next day. My girls, lifeless and bruised. Their breaths stilled forever. Meanwhile, my husband was on Instagram, celebrating the pregnancy of his beloved.

Elizabeth is shattered to find her fiancé Alexander, who was declared dead in a car crash five years prior, alive and pretending to have amnesia—all while indulging in a passionate affair with her stepsister Marjorie. She soon reveals the truth: she had long known Alexander faked his death to escape their relationship, having seen his video confession years ago. When Elizabeth shows a priceless ring and claims to be married to Alexander’s powerful uncle, Wall Street tycoon Arthur Carter, everyon