After The Marriage Novels & Stories

“I don't need a farewell lunch. I don't plan to talk to you ever again, so there's no need for pleasantries.” The day I was officially divorced, I sold the car and my property in the city. After that, I bought a house in another town I preferred and kickstarted a new company in my old expertise. It was almost graduation season, so there were plenty of job fairs around. I flew from city to city, enjoying my spare time in salons. Finally, I hired two fresh graduates. In truth, when I first decided on the divorce, I had snuck into James's office a few times and refreshed my business knowledge.

“You okay?” Amara considered that. “She thinks I’m a pawn.” “You’re not.” “She said the board is watching you. That this marriage is a bluff.” He didn’t reply right away. Instead, he walked to the window and stared out at the endless stretch of manicured lawn and glittering fences. “It is a bluff,” he said finally. “But it’s also real. Once you sign, we get married. Legally. Publicly. For one year.” Amara walked over to him. “Why did she say this wouldn’t be enough?”

man 1 said, making the people around her who had been working in the company chuckle as they wondered how young people these days were just naïve. “She is already married, bro,” his friend murmured as he didn’t want his friend to be the company’s laughingstock. “So what? Maybe her husband doesn’t satisfy her. I might do a good job in that,” the young man with a chuckle, making the others shake their heads, feeling that he was truly hopeless. “She is Mrs Parker. Married to the one and only richest man in our city, Travis Parker. Do you have something to say now?” a young man who never got along with the latter said, making man 1’s face pale.

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

That’s a beautiful story with a happy ending D. I : "We really missed your wedding D! But I am happy that you got your first crush! Now should I say first love?" R : "That's definitely a childhood love! The waves between them are so strong! That’s why they got pulled into a marriage!" M : "So finally you had a love marriage with your dad's approval! Our college seniors and other department boys that came after you are going to curse you! Hahaha!" D : "Manoj, that’s not funny! It’s not a love marriage! It’s love after marriage! And never

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.

"Is your back okay... Can you move...? I will come to check on you in the afternoon." "By the way, tell your husband that I will pick up Adrian this afternoon." With that, Violet left in a hurry. It seemed that she missed Adrian dearly since "absence makes the heart grow fonder" for couples... Yet, she wondered when the two had gotten married. As soon as Violet returned and made a fuss, it was near to driving away Stella's bad mood from the past two days. It was no wonder that ancient couples would get rid of bad luck through marriage. It seemed that it would work.

There was something greater out there for me. As I slammed the door behind me, I understood that this wasn't merely the end of my marriage. It was the beginning of something new and unfamiliar. But, for the first time in a long time, I was able to breathe.

Just let the words sit there between us, casual and unbothered, as though he hadn't spent yesterday drugged at an auction, then married me in a government office, then sent me home in one of his cars like a package that had been delivered to the wrong address. "I'm sorry?" I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. "Zane. We got married yesterday." "Contract marriage." He turned a page. "Which means Monday still follows Sunday." "Normally—" I set my bag down on the chair across from his desk, "—after a wedding, there is a honeymoon. There is a period of adjustment. There is, at minimum, a morning where no one expects you to answer emails before nine a.m.—" "It's nine fourteen."