Marriage First, Love Second 소설 & 이야기

"He had love in his first marriage and chose to give it up for the second go-round. What you sought for a second marriage isn't so different from what he sought in his first. I was simply pragmatic and recognized the value of a loveless marriage sooner than you did." The final strains of the song linger in the air as he brings us to a stop. "Ready to face the hordes again?" I release a long sigh. "I suppose." "I'm not." The music starts up, and I again find myself in the circle of his arms, held tighter and nearer this time. I toss back my head and laugh. "You'll have people speculating that you're madly in love with your wife, that you can't stand the notion of giving her up."

"He said, a marriage works best when there is respect and trust there. Love is secondary." I pursed my lips and nodded, "I always believed that." "You believe love is secondary?" He asked me, tilting his head confusedly. "I thought you were a hopeless romantic." I narrowed my eyes at him. "I know what a bad marriage looks like. Trust me when I say there was a lot of love between my parents. But trust and respect fell short." He nodded. "You know he also told me the one secret recipe that makes a marriage perfect." "No marriage is perfect." I retorted.

"Celia, have you gone mad from love? Shane found the investment for you, not me. What right do you have to question me?" "Shane said he'd already made arrangements with Melissa. It was your meeting with Melissa that caused the Gordon family to suddenly withdraw their investment. Zane, I know you still have feelings for me, but I'm married to Shane now. You don't want to be a homewrecker, right?" I was so furious I laughed, and then I slapped her across the face.

That will be more embarrassing to my part! “What happened to your face, Andri? You looked more stressed than earlier,” Mom asked me. I glared at her. “This is all because of that idea that I’m going to marry that kind of man!” I shouted. I can’t control my feelings anymore. I just can’t believe that I’m going to marry that man. He will going to be my husband? For real? I don’t want to be registered as his wife, damn it.

"You should know you're my first love. The first man in my life. How could I ever stop loving you? First loves are special. They stay with you forever." I'm going to need a shower after this. Multiple showers. Maybe I'll just live in the shower. "Do you really mean that?" Mike asks, taking a step closer. "You're not just saying this?" "Of course I mean it. With all my heart," I say, putting my hand over my chest dramatically. "I've just been confused. Everyone kept pulling me in different directions. But you're right. We should get married. Today. Right now. Let's do it."

"I've spent eight years planning revenge. I can orchestrate hostile takeovers and evidence compilation and complex legal strategies. But I couldn't figure out how to tell you I love you." "You just did." "I know. And?" "And I love you too. I said it first, remember?" He almost smiles. "You did." "So what now?" "Now we decide. Do we stay married? Make this real? Or do we—" "I want to stay married." "You're sure?" "Yes. Are you?" "Yes." We sit there. Both breathing hard like we just ran a marathon. "That was terrifying," I say. "Absolutely." "We should have done it weeks ago."

“I just... I just want her happy, Martin. But everything I do seems to push her further away.” Martin placed a hand on his shoulder. “Then start differently. Ease into it. Flowers. A thoughtful gesture. Let her feel it rather than hear it.” Maurice nodded slowly, absorbing it. “Marriage is harder than I thought. This feels tougher than any deal I’ve ever closed.” “That’s because it’s not a deal,” Martin said gently. “It’s love.” Then, with a smirk, he added, “Though I’ll say this, you made your first mistake the moment you decided on separate rooms.”

Amari My marriage has taken a very different path from what I thought it would be. I am so in love with my husband, it is becoming hard to hide it. Everyone is telling me that I am glowing. Growing up I had fantasies about how my first time would be, but it was nothing close to what I felt. I completely lose myself when my husband touches me. I can’t stop screaming his name and he loves it. Waking up in his arms and the love reflected in his eyes when he looks at me is complete bliss.

“He knew my feelings on marriage. You see, when we were young we used to go to all of the balls during society season. I’m not surprised your Father didn’t continue to attend them after he married your Mother, he hated the retched things. One Spring we ran into Mary, Lady Leven. She was stunning, the most beautiful creature that I had ever seen. The problem was she was below my status and my Father did not want us to marry. I fought his decision of course, so did your Father. It took 3 years or me refusing matches, refusing balls, and not courting a single woman, before my parents finally relented and we were allowed to marry. Your Father was my best man at our wedding, and he was very impre

she said, looking at the dress again. “This dress over here, is every girl’s dream, especially wearing it for the man you love. Getting married isn’t just about being happy, but the fact that you share the good news and bad news. It’s not just a trip to heaven” mom said, that’s why I can’t do this!! If getting married with the guy who loves you is not perfect, then what about getting married with someone can never love you?