8 Years In An Estranged Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

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

Bryson asks, looking at me after giving Josie a scoop of her baby food. “This date. I haven’t dated in over eight years now, it’s embarrassing,” I admit. “Eight years? How long were you with your ex?” “Six years,” I answer. “I thought you said you were married for six years.” “We never dated before we got married. Red flag number one.” “You married a stranger?”

"Yes, I got married four years ago! These are my children." Justin suddenly felt like the world was spinning, and he staggered. The air in his stomach was squeezed, and the pain spread bit by bit. Before studying abroad, they had a clear agreement to get married immediately upon his return. Four years ago, she suddenly lost contact. He immediately ended his studies and returned to England, only to receive the news that she had run away from home and had not been heard from at all. He had been searching for her for four years and waiting for her for four years.

“Yes. Over four months. Everything you missed while you were gone.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Lila, I’m sorry. For doubting you at the hospital. For leaving you alone after that call. For the marriage. I should have been here when you needed me. The marriage was arranged by our families a long time ago for business reasons. I tried to stop it many times but the pressure was too much. Esther knows it’s not a real marriage between us. I came back as soon as I could get away from everything.”

"Turns out, Ruby only found out you two were legally married a few days ago when she went to register her own marriage with her boyfriend." Owen's fingers stilled. "This divorce agreement," Leo continued, "looks rushed, like it was drafted purely to get out fast." "Like she genuinely had no clue." He hesitated before adding, "But there's something else. We dug into her background." "Everything after she left the Anderson family a few years ago—education, work, and contacts—it's practically wiped off the grid." He frowned. "Don't you think that's strange, Boss?" "Why would a normal person scrub their past like that?"

"The probability of you getting married suddenly, right after a clause was added, is… suspicious, Voss." I nodded. "I’ve known my wife for eight years, Thompson. My decision to marry her is valid. The clause? That’s just a plus." I drew small circles on her thigh. It was easier since she was in a dress. Slowly, she started to relax. "Eight years?" Aaron asked. I stared at him. Technically true. I’d met Astrid when she was eighteen. We dated for three years—then broke up. Five years later, I met her again. And married her.

It was obvious he was very very angry with me. "I'll just...come down." "Okay." In a blink of an eye, he was gone. I sighed. ~ ~Mariano~ I waited. Waited to see if she'd leave. Eight years. She had kept my daughter away from me for eight years and now that I finally found her, she was planning on keeping her away from me again? I had installed cameras everywhere so I was watching. Waiting for Mirabelle to make her next move. If she stays, then probably, she was ready to give our relationship another shot. But then, if she leaves, then our relationship and our marriage was doomed.

Like this is just another one of our casual meetings. I walk in slowly. “You’re married.” His smile falters. “I saw the news,” I continue, voice flat. “Rachel Russo. You’ve been married to her for seven years.” Daemon lowers himself back into his chair, sighing like I just accused him of something unfair. “It’s not what you think.” He sighs heavily, his eyes tired I fold my arms. “Really? Because it looks exactly like what I think.” He leans forward, forearms on the table, gaze steady. “It’s complicated. Rachel and I, our marriage is for business. We’ve been estranged for years.”

He replied. My heart clenched. He returned after three weeks for his best friend’s father. He never asked me about my mother and how I was taking care of her. “I am going to my room.” I said and looked away to hide my tears. I walked past him and with quick strands, I made my way to my room. I had been enduring his coldness for almost a year. I married him for the last wish of his grandfather but Stephan thought I was behind his money and status. It was the reason that he never revealed our marital status to the world.

"We were married in my past life! "We were married for eight years. However, you rarely come home and would never take me to your office. You said that I was an embarrassment and would only cause you trouble. "You never remembered our wedding anniversary, and in eight years... you never stopped messing around with other women, including Cecilia.