After Three Years Of Silent Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

Closing the door of her bedroom, her back reaches the door, her knees getting weaker. Her heart is pounding with a mix of emotional turmoil. How could everything happen after three years of marriage? How could they do it to her? Wasting three years when she was hoping to build her own family? She was said that Derek will return. That's why she keeps her hopes up. She keeps her heart occupied with love for him. But without a blink, her all struggling and suffering turned into a joke.

“Am sorry momma. I know you and dad expected me to make this marriage work. Believe me I tried but you have no idea how much I suffered in these one whole year.” I hiccuped before adding. “I tried to cling to the promise I made to papa and make my marriage work but Mason didn't want to. It was obvious he didn't want to marry me and at first, for the past eight months he had always given me the silent treatment. We never spoke nor had any conversations. He made it pretty clear on the plane...” I paused recollecting his exact words on our wedding night. My Image My Wealth and My Goals.

Chapter 4 Gemma was in everyone's eyes a playful and extravagant girl, and they did not expect that a daring and passionate girl like Gemma would remain a virgin even after three years of marriage. Jethro, in a drunken stupor, didn't care that his wife was gritting her teeth in pain and roughness from him. In his eyes, there was only anger and stunned by the effects of alcohol. This is the first night after three years of marriage to be close to each other but there is not a bit of tenderness and romance that should have been.

This was goodbye. Three years passed. They said time could heal all wounds— but not this one. It only sharpened the pain. I buried myself in work. Board meetings, deadlines, numbers—they were the only way to survive. The only way to stop thinking about her. With the thought never to return. Never to remarry and never to fall in love again. But life never stop happening to me. The company i worked so hard to partner with. JX Corporation. They finally agreed to the partnership but on only one condition—

She gripped the hem of her dress in fright, waiting for his next action. Rock just stood there quietly, as he silently stared at his wife. It was as if he was still dreaming. He didn't expect this to be his reality after almost three years of marriage. After all the memories they've created; the love and care they'd showered on each other. Was it all a lie to her?

His slightly chilly voice revealed impatience, and the cold gleam in his eyes sent shivers down Melody's spine. In contrast, Melody's worn-out loungewear made her look like an ugly duckling. "No..." Due to her nervousness, Melody’s voice grew quieter. "I just wanted to say… We've been married for three years, but you've never spent a birthday at home..." The more Melody spoke, the softer her voice became. She and Christopher had been married for three years. Apart from fulfilling physical needs or visiting the manor where his grandfather stayed with her, he never came home to her.

"You deserve to be treated like a princess, your father would agree with me. I know we spoiled you and your brother, but you both turned out all right. Your next partner better treat you like a queen after you had such an uncaring man as a husband." "All right," I laugh softly. "If I find someone I'll make sure you and dad actually approve this time, no cutting contact next time." "Thank you, Ella. I just don't want us to have to go through those three years of silence again just because we didn't agree with your choice." "You were right to worry; it certainly wasn't the romance I was expecting," I sigh. In the beginning we had a typical marriage before it slowly broke down, Charlotte gettin

"The kind that makes you forget how to paint?" "The kind that makes me forget how to breathe." She's quiet for a moment, then: "My daughter didn't speak to me for three years. After I left her father. She thought I was abandoning the family, destroying everything. She was sixteen. Very angry." "What happened?" "Time. Therapy. Her growing up and realizing that staying in a marriage that was killing me wasn't actually love. It was just slower dying." Maria picks up a brush from my palette. "The silence was worse than the anger. At least anger is honest. Silence is—" She gestures vaguely. "Silence is ambiguous. Could mean anything. Could mean nothing. You sit in it and imagine every possibility