A Marriage On The Edge Novels & Stories

“The reason I disappeared so completely was because I had already passed the audition for an out-of-town performing arts company. “I used the company’s paperwork to file for a court-approved divorce. The decree’s already been finalized. I have my copy. “Yours is probably buried somewhere in a stack of documents in your office, or maybe it never made it to your unit. But whether you know it or not, our marriage is already over. “Congratulations. You can finally be with Clara Bailey and the child you have with her openly.” At the mention of the child that had never belonged to her, a sharp ache still pierced through her chest. “No…” Daniel’s eyes were hollow as he murmured in a daze, “No… that

“I guess that makes two of us. I actually made a reservation for a dinner date tomorrow.” "I didn't mean to call up painful memories." I shook my head at him. "That's not what I meant." "Divorce Lucas, Florence. Marry me and get your revenge on him. He'll be half out of his mind when he found out that you married me. Our union will help crush him. When we get married, I'll let you live your life, and I'll live mine. We won't get in each other's way—We just have to stay married for only a year. And to top it all up, I'll give you fifty million dollars as compensation for helping me get the company."

"But don't touch me. Don't kiss me. And don't attempt to make us something we're not. Whatever love we shared died years ago — along with the shadows you left me to carry." His jaw worked, but he nodded once. "Alright then." He was quiet. "Look, I know I don't have any right to say that, but if we're going to do this — this one year — we should at least try not to kill each other along the way." I exhaled, looking at how tired I was of fighting. "Yeah," I whispered. "Maybe”. I understand that I have been on edge lately, everything about him put me on edge. But if I wanted my plans to work I needed the marriage to work whether it felt like walking on shattered glass or not.

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

Cassie's POV Ledger leaned toward me quietly. “Think ours will be this dramatic?” I smirked. “Yours, maybe.” The officiating minister smiled as he looked at both couples. “Marriage is not about perfection,” he said. “It’s about grace. About two people choosing to love each other even when they don’t feel like it.” Alison nodded slightly. Kylian’s thumb brushed over her hand. Elaine squeezed Liam’s fingers. He squeezed back.

"I know who you are right now. You're the girl who's currently ruining my dinner." "Am not," she whispered, but she didn't pull away when his lips touched hers. It was sweet, tasted of salt and woodsmoke, and for the first time since she'd fallen through the sky, the grey fog in her head didn't feel so terrifying. For the first time, it almost felt like a mercy. They got married by the creek three months later. No priests, no mages, just Edward tying a braided strip of sweetgrass around her finger while the frogs croaked in the reeds and the last of the summer light turned the water gold.

OPEN MARRIAGE. Nina's POV. "I think we should have an open marriage." Nate, my husband suggested and it felt like my world had just crumbled. Did I hear right or was I hallucinating? "An open marriage?" I repeated, just to be sure because currently, my hands that were holding the concealer to cover up the bruises on my face and neck were trembling. "Yes, You heard right, Nina." He frowned, showing his displeasure at being asked to repeat himself and I bit my lower lips hard.

finances. "What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Isn’t that what marriage is about?" Maria wanted to believe him. So she said yes. Again and again, she said yes. Until one day, there was nothing left of her but his wife. A shadow lingering in his vast, gleaming empire. Three years into the marriage, Maria began to wonder. Why wasn’t she getting pregnant? She and Edwards had never used protection.

They are both dominant personalities trying to occupy the same space without yielding, which apparently means they spend most of their marriage debating instead of fucking. Unfortunate, really. There has to be a balance for things to work. Or at least that is how it works, in my experience. But before I can think too deeply about them or continue comparing them to us, our names appear on screen. Immediately, something is not right. The music changes, that’s the first thing I notice. The previous couples received hopeful music, playful even. Ours is different. Sadder. They begin by showing footage of the pack house. Exterior first, then interior. The long corridors. The black marble floors. I

Adrian decided that marriage was hard. There was no sugar coating it. The dreaded prison called marriage was not for the faint hearted. On their wedding night, Kristen had informed him that they were not going to be having sex for the entirety of their marriage. Well she didn’t say that but he got her message loud and clear. Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place.