روايات وقصص ضمن After Seven Years Of Marriage

A final obsession she couldn’t let go of before she died. But to me? It was nothing but a contract that should’ve ended a long time ago. And now, the seven years were up. Looking around, I realized— there was nothing here worth staying for anymore.

"There is something wrong with our marriage Katie. I don't know just yet what it is, but for about the last seven years (I wondered if that number grabbed her attention) I've felt that there is something wrong, something not right, and the more I thought about it the more I was sure that I was right. There is something going on between us Katie, something that isn't right. I have no idea what it is yet, but it is there and I can feel it and I don't like the feeling. And as long as I was feeling that way I didn't, or should say don't, want to talk to you."

His jaw worked once. I felt something cold and mean slide down my spine that had nothing to do with the weather. “Fourteen months,” I said. The words came out quieter than I wanted. “You’re telling me the seven million… the whole fucking reason this marriage existed in the first place… was already gone fourteen months ago.”

Serena had been sobbing, screaming, and pointing out scars like an erratic child, but I didn't need a scar on a wrist to know the truth. The moment he had stepped into my room that night, looked at me, and murmured, "Honey, are you alright?"—I instantly knew. Jaden and I had been married for five years, and in all those long, hollow years, we had never used a single pet name. Not once. We didn't call each other honey, sweetheart, or babe. Our marriage was nothing more than a cold, transactional business arrangement.

"Finn, what does that make me?" Finn didn't even glance at her. His eyes were locked on me. "Chloe, I can explain all that." "I love you. You're the one I've always wanted to marry. These seven years—" "That's right." I cut him off calmly, my voice as cold as the island's night wind. "Seven years. You did love me." "Is that how you love me? By fighting with her for seven years, exchanging gifts with her for seven years, and replying to her messages instantly for seven years?"

I had been in love with Leo, the Don of a Mafia family. For seven years, I was there with him through the darkest nights, cleaned up after him more times than I could count, and convinced myself that he would give me the ending I deserved. When word got back to me that Leo was planning a proposal, I could barely contain the tremble in my fingers. However, the woman he was proposing to wasn’t me. My eyes burned, and my voice was barely a whisper. “Why?” Leo pulled me into his arms in assurance, his chest warm against my skin, but the words coming out of his mouth were anything but. “Nina has cancer. Her only wish is to know what it’s like to be proposed to. I couldn’t say no to h

Now he was telling me he missed me, and I couldn’t tell whether he missed the woman I had been or simply the life I had made convenient for him. “Missing me doesn’t change what happened,” I said. “I know I made mistakes.” “Mistakes?” “I know I hurt you, Sera. I’m not denying that.” His voice sounded more serious now, and I hated that a small part of me still recognized the tone he used when he wanted me to believe he was being honest. “We were married for seven years,” he continued. “Seven years don’t just disappear because things went wrong. We had a life together. We made plans. You can’t tell me none of that matters anymore.”

Everyone knew Lorenzo Moretti, the undisputed ruler of the estate, was hopelessly in love with me. To prove it, he bought a private paradise and christened it Lucy Island. The rule was simple: once a year, members of the Moretti Empire would spin a grand wheel for a chance to spend a night on the island. Lorenzo swore we would only wed there, throwing a feast for the ages. Yet for seven excruciating years, every time I spun the wheel, it delivered the same mocking verdict: Better Luck Next Year. I became the only woman in the empire forbidden from stepping foot on the island built in my name. Our wedding remained frozen in time. “Rules are rules, Lucy,” Lorenzo would insist. “A Moretti never

Right before my wedding, I suddenly discovered that Rhett Calder had been making a mysterious transfer every month. The recipient was his first love, Colette Branson. For seven years, it had been seventy thousand dollars a month, more regular than my period. I put the statements in front of him and demanded an explanation. He was busy working and didn't even look up. "Colette once had an abortion for me. This is my way of making it up to her. "Don't worry. Money's the only thing I'll ever give her." I cried. I made a scene. My friends all tried to talk me down. "It's only seventy thousand. Rhett's so rich he'd think seventy thousand was too cheap to even buy you a handbag. "The firs

“Now you just asked me a diplomatic question, but you know what! I will be completely honest with you. Although meeting you and doing business with you was always an aspiration for me, but being with As… I mean, Hazel. Being with Hazel has always been my dream. In fact, let me reveal a secret. It has been seven days since she has said yes to me, but I still feel like I have been dreaming. I feel like I'm on cloud nine and yet I'm scared that at any moment, I can awake from my sleep and dream will be broken in the middle of most beautiful memories of my life–” Seven days? You guys have been together since seven days only - “No! It's been five years since we have been together. It's just that