8 Years In An Estranged Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

asks the boss's brother who's standing next to me, while I'm still in shock. "Eight years of dating, and nowadays we decided to look for something to bond us and make a definitive pact for our love," the girl says, gazing at the guy. Wow...that's a long time! Incredible, eight years is too much, I haven't even completed six months and I've already been abandoned. "Marriage?" It's impossible! Now the man has become a salesman, he took my job, although he's doing it very well. Every time I feel him close to me, I feel like pushing him away.

It's been a while since I updated this book. However, I have delayed letting you know that I'm writing a book on Samuel and Chrisanna titled "Dispute Marriage" You'll find it on my goodnovel profile. This book is a bit different from others which don't have a forced marriage trope or any abusive family since you are already familiar with both families. The story revolves around two childhood friends Samuel and Chrisanna and their sudden marriage after Samuel disappears from Chrisanna's life for eight years. The book deals with heavy mental issues and a dark past. Slow burn.

The mother, for all her small kindnesses, a dish given here, a tea remade there, had a way of reminding me that the center had always been hers. Yet there were cracks to which I clung. Emeka’s look when he thought I could not read it; the way his fingers traced the back of my hand at night as a quiet map of allegiance; the memory of the proposal where his voice had promised to make me his life. I kept returning to the ring, to the beach where the sky had felt like possibility. I told myself love required patience, that families are complicated things, that the kind of battles that look like surrender are often the slow building of peace.

Just then, my door opened quietly. The investigator stepped in, closing it behind him. I could hear his heavy breathing, like he ran all the way here. “Sit,” I said. He did. “Tell me,” I added, my tone plain. He cleared his throat. “Charlotte Green was… previously married.” The words landed heavier than I expected. “To Jacob Denver,” he continued. “The marriage lasted ten years.” Ten Years?! Those words rung in my ears like a death sentence. My fingers curled slowly against the armrest.

People were already placing their silent bets—who had won, and who had lost. And now that the topic had turned to "husbands", well— Grace’s husband had left for Australia just two weeks after their wedding—Sixteen and a half hours away by flight, on the other side of the world. Lasted nearly two years. A marriage in name only.

***CLYDE’S POV*** Charlotte and I had been married for eight years, but we had known each other far longer than that. And I still remember the little girl who was brought back from the orphanage, hiding behind my grandmother, her small stature making her seem younger than she really was.

She'd been my spy for years. Mr. Sterling has been acting strange, Marta had texted last night. He left in the middle of the night. No explanation. And Finn….he's been pacing the house like a caged animal. I read the messages with a smile. Something was happening. Something I could use. I had spent four years married to Grant pretending to be the perfect wife. Four years of smiling for the cameras, playing my role, earning his money and status. But I'd never loved him and he'd never loved me either. We were both pretending.

I’m glad they also got along after Noah’s long period of asking forgiveness and he really proved himself to my friend. I used to think that Eliz and Noah would eventually be the ones to stay together because they were always together at home. But my brother was loyal and really only wanted Trina. My sister was broken-hearted but only the two of us knew that. And even Noah had no idea that my sister, Eliz, once liked him. She cried buckets when Trina and Noah finally got married last year. Noah has also settled here in New Jersey, he founded a new business with Dad. Trina, on the other hand, is now handling a charity orphanage sponsored by Noah's company. I am happy that she has also found t

"Is it illegal to marry that quickly? My son suffered long enough while living with his ex-wife, Lianna. And in the midst of his suffering, Ms. Eridessa Joseph stepped in and mended his broken heart, the same, gentle heart that Lianna broke heartlessly." So, I'm…truly the villain…hah… I broke out in a bitter laughter. I felt like my head's going to crack at this point. It wasn't enough to paint me as the adulterous partner…you had to frame me as an estranged wife, who has gone crazy and intent on wrecking your "happy family"..? Is that what it is, Rue…?

And yet here I am, on the verge of divorce to my husband, who refuses to compromise enough to make our marriage work, while the man who was the center of every dream I had of the future up until three years ago, tells me that he reciprocates the feelings I written down all those years ago. When did my life get so complicated? I didn’t know what to say once again. Shawn was supposed to be my endgame. The moment I penned those words on paper, I’d sealed my fate. And I had hoped he felt the same way, but as time stretched on, that hope dwindled. Shawn quickly replaced his shirt, “I hope I didn’t make things awkward.” I elbowed him playfully as we walked into the hallway, “If anyone made things