After Three Years Of Silent Marriage Novels & Stories

He just turned back to his plate and let the silence settle like he'd already won. I picked my fork back up and stared at my food without eating it. It was three years now and our dinners were still the same old boring conversations that went nowhere. I had made my peace with most of it. I had stopped expecting warmth from Adrian Yale around the same time I stopped expecting an apology from my stepmother — which was to say, very early and with very little drama. What I hadn't made my peace with was being handled. Three years ago I didn't even know I was getting married that day.

I continued before he could interrupt. “And there was also one of Harry’s friends.” Richard leaned back slowly in his chair now, listening. “He signed a three-year marriage contract with a woman for business and family reasons. After the three years ended, they divorced quietly.” Richard shook his head faintly. “People actually live like that.” “Yes.” For a moment, silence settled between us. Not uncomfortable silence. Thinking silence. Richard turned his chair slightly toward the window before speaking again. “I know people do it,” he admitted quietly. “I’ve heard stories before.”

“After three years of marriage, His Majesty has agreed to consummate your union.” The room went silent. The words hit me like a thunderclap. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I just stood there, staring at them, my pulse roaring in my head. “Consummate?” I repeated, my voice flat. “As in—sex?” None of them answered. They didn’t need to. Their silence said everything. My knees felt weak. I stumbled back, gripping the bedpost like it could anchor me to reality. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be real.

"What are you doing here?" Instead of answering, she stepped closer—and slapped me. The sound cracked through the room like a whip. I didn’t flinch. "Three years," she hissed, voice trembling. "Three years, Orrin. Not a single call. Not a word. Not even a text. Did I mean that little to you?" "You shouldn’t be here." "And you had the audacity to marry someone else?!" Her voice cracked at the end. "After everything we had? After all the nights I spent waiting, hoping you'd come back to your senses?"

Elena's POV Three Years– I stared at the phone long after the message came in. “I’ll come home tonight.” Four words. After days of silence, weeks of sleeping alone, and three years of a marriage that felt more like slow erosion than union… he was coming home. I didn’t know what to do with that. What to feel. I should have been angry. Maybe I was. But underneath it all, under the bruises silence left on a woman’s heart, there was hope—small and aching and foolish.

The meal was silent and tasteless. She wasn’t even sure if she was full or just forcing herself to eat. Once she finished, she cleaned up, then returned to the living room to continue her lesson plans. But no matter how much she tried to concentrate, her mind kept drifting back to Lucas. Three years. Three long years since she and Lucas got married. And in all those years, nothing had changed. No, that wasn’t true. Things had changed. They had gotten worse.

After that,he slung me a look of disgust. I rolled my eyes."I am not your wife anymore so you and your company can go to hell." His jaw dropped."You…"And then he glared at me."You never show me how mouth of badmouthed you were when we were married.You words are so infuriating." Suddenly,Zayn's voice sounded from behind them. "Look at Tristan and his wife.Even after three years of marriage,they seemed to be so much in love,you guys are going to torture us singles to death."

With her ex resurfacing after three years and Diego showing signs of cheating, Andrea is torn between choosing to keep her family or leaving with Elise, her daughter. Chapter 1 THREE YEARS LATER. ANDREA. Three years had passed just like that but I have had the best three years of my life with Diego. We were so in love, so happy, our marriage was perfect. I had never wished for anything else. Diego pampered me with love which I never thought was possible. During the stage of pregnancy, he would never let me do anything. I never thought I would be living this life as his wife and the mother of his child. Despite the obstacles and the drama that went on previously.

As she said, out of sight, out of mind. For weeks, it had been that way. The married couple had lived in radio silence, not speaking a word to each other since the moment she stepped onto that elevator. And somehow, despite the arguments and the hate and all those icy glares that sent chills down her spine, getting nothing from the man she married was somehow worse.

Selene's POV Some silences don’t feel empty. Some silences scream. That was the kind of silence I lived with in this house—a thick, heavy thing that stuck to my skin, wrapped around my throat, and pressed down on my chest until breathing felt like a chore. It had been three years. Three endless years since Victor found Camilla. His fated mate. Three years since I learned how to become invisible in my own marriage. How to move without being seen, how to speak without being heard.