Novel & Cerita 8 Years In An Estranged Marriage Novel

"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.

Forcing a smile, she stammered, "Johnny… what are you doing here? I… I just thought since it's almost New Year, I'd stop by to see my parents after finishing my work…" Before she could finish, I cut her off. "Then why are you here in this neighborhood? And why did that man just call him 'Dad'?" I narrowed my eyes, studying the man in front of me. Something about him felt familiar. A fragment of memory surfaced— He had been at our wedding. Back then, he'd stared at my wife with a lingering, almost obsessive gaze that had made me deeply uncomfortable. But since he never appeared again afterward, I had nearly forgotten about him.

"How are you feeling? The doctor is coming right up." He took my hand and put it on his chest. "It has been hurting here since 12 years ago. My heart has had a hole in it ever since." His deep eyes sparkled with hope. "Can you give me another chance?" I looked down and slowly clasped my fingers. The Perez family had initially wanted me, their adopted daughter, to marry him, but in my youthful ignorance, I had fallen for the gentle, attentive Alain instead. One of them always carried an aura that kept others at a distance and was often absent for long stretches. The other was warm, considerate, and came whenever I called.

Mandy sensed that something was wrong between them, so she quickly sent everyone else out, leaving Fiona and Lucas alone. After a long silence, Fiona finally spoke. “Why won’t you marry me? Isn’t this what you’ve wanted for the past eight years?” Lucas met her gaze calmly. His expression was steady and composed. “Yes. It’s what I wanted before. But I don’t want to marry you anymore.” “You chased after me for eight years, and now you’re saying you don’t want to marry me?”

Harper stood frozen in place while staring at me in disbelief. “Jayden, what did you just say?” I observed the panic she could not conceal in her gaze. “I said we broke up, and I’m getting married to someone else at the beginning of next month,” I repeated calmly. Harper staggered back a few steps. Her voice shook. “No… that’s impossible. When did we break up? I won’t accept this. We’ve been together for eight years. How could you marry someone else?”

"About what? We were kids. It was a long time ago." "Was it?" Another step closer. "Because you still blush when I look at you. Your breathing still changes when I say your name." Heat floods my cheeks, proving his point. "I'm married." "To my old college roommate. Quite a coincidence, don't you think?" "Coincidence?" Derek's smile is sharp, predatory. "I told you I was good at getting what I want. Sometimes that requires... strategic planning." "You planned this? Being here?" "I've been planning this for eight years, Sophia. Ever since I realized the girl I couldn't forget had married the one person who could give me access to her again."

I remembered him from when I was fourteen when he practically saved my life. I had harbored a silly, innocent crush on him back then. But over time, those little feelings twisted into a desperate, consuming love. I wanted him so badly it hurt. But Jacob had only ever cared about Chloe. To him, I didn't exist. He didn't even remember saving my life when I was fourteen. I tried everything to make him notice me, but I was nothing more than background noise to him. And that was why, driven by a dark mix of heartbreak and attention, I didn't hesitate to trap him into marrying me when he came crawling to me to save Chloe's life.

Call me. Her hands trembled as she stared at his name on the screen, everything about their relationship suddenly recontextualized in ways she couldn't fully process yet. Three years of marriage. A divorce that had nearly destroyed her. A slow, careful rebuilding of trust over the last three weeks. And underneath all of it, a connection neither of them had known existed, half-siblings by a stranger's affair, though not related by blood themselves, tangled together by a web of secrets two families had spent decades hiding.

Like she was pressing that fact somewhere safe inside herself. "Neither am I," she said. We stayed like that for a while. Just holding each other. Morning light spreading slowly across the floor. The house quiet around us in that watchful way I was already learning to recognise. "Tell me about before," I said eventually. "Before the house." She was quiet for a long moment. "I was married," she said. "Eight years. He seemed like the right person. Steady. Reliable. The kind of man you build a life with."

"Nathan, I know you're just angry! Don't worry, I don't mind at all! "Once you've calmed down, we can go register our marriage, okay? I've got all the documents ready. We can register directly here in Utheria. This time, we'll definitely get it done." "Register?" I scoffed. I had scheduled dates to register our marriage 15 times. And what had she done? She'd abandoned me over and over for another man. Now that I'd finally let go completely, now that I didn't want her anymore, suddenly she wanted to register our marriage?