After Three Years Of Silent Marriage Novels & Stories

You left me alone for three years without a word, and now you come running back! "Don't forget, we never even had the ceremony when you left—we weren't officially married!" Jack paused at my words, then began pulling me toward the door. "Everyone knows our families arranged our marriage. You can't just say we weren't married! "This villa belongs to my family. You moved in with your boy toy and now you're talking back to me? You've got some nerve!" Jack dragged me from the villa complex all the way to the intersection, only stopping at the busiest spot where everyone could see.

*Too late. She isn't alone.* Four words and Adrian had gone completely still, the kind of still that wasn't calm, the kind that happened when someone's mind was moving very fast behind a face that had stopped showing anything at all, I recognized it, three years of marriage had made me fluent in every version of Adrian's silence and this one was the worst kind, this was the silence that meant something had already gone wrong and he was calculating exactly how wrong before he told me.

I lay back in my beach chair, listening to the report, and stretched with deep satisfaction. "Beautiful work, 001. You can enter sleep mode now." "Acknowledged, Owner. Unit 001, standing by." 001 closed her eyes. The indicator light on her neck dimmed and went dark. She entered standby. I set down the iPad and gazed at the turquoise water and white sand stretching before me. I took a deep breath. Three years of marriage—an absurd farce that had finally reached its curtain call. I hadn't played the long-suffering heroine, weeping over a worthless man. I hadn't sacrificed my own life for the sake of revenge.

he asked, glancing at the rearview mirror. “Yes,” Serena replied, her gaze fixed on the scenery slipping past the window. “Things haven’t been very peaceful lately.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened almost imperceptibly. He couldn’t remember when it had started—this strange emptiness between them. Sitting so close, yet with nothing to say. They had been married for three years, yet truly entangled for only a few months after he returned to the country. Even now, their conversations felt borrowed, shallow, as though all the words that mattered had been missed long ago.

The words fell out of me like a thin, panicked paper. “It’s been three years since we married. We signed an agreement — this marriage would only last that long.” It dawned on me. Suddenly everything trembled. He shoved me aside with his shoulder and reached for the car door. With a practiced calm he opened it, slid in, and started the engine. He drove himself — something he rarely did. As the taillights disappeared into the night, I stood in the silent yard of a house that no longer felt like home.

She caused them to be banned. Now, it feels fake. His love, his patience, his understanding. They are all FAKE!! For the past three years, she had been devoted to the marriage, but clearly, he wasn’t. She would not cry for a man like that ever again. Never again.

FLASHBACK AURELIA'S POV I sat on the bed of mine and Owen's bedroom.. It's been 3 years since we got married. At first it was good. He treated me nicely.. But niw? He barely shows up.. Always busy and somehow connected with Silea.. Even though I kept telling him that I don't like her and he should not talk to her, he not only ignores my words but actually sides with her and calls me petty for still holding onto that matter for so long..

Emile sat by the windowsill hugging her knees and looking at the endless night with a desolate expression trying to filter out the annoying sounds coming from the master bedroom. She let out a soft sigh thought about her miserable existence. Eight years of infatuated love and 3 years of marriage with absolute devotion left her with nothing but endless shame and an empty house. In the three years of marriage, there was not a day that the newspapers and entertainment world did not have a news of the colorful scandals for her husband.

I stated back at him expressionless. Why is he telling me this now. He's better as good as gone for the one week I've been married to him. Today is the third time I'll be seeing his face and he's giving me the silence treatment. The marriage— our relationship is harder than what I had imagined it to be.

“Zachary, I want to marry you. Even if you don’t love me, I still want to marry you!” “You’d better think about it properly. I won’t be able to love you. I’ll never love you. We’ll just be a fake couple if we marry each other. I’ll be outside fooling around. You can party every night if you like. We shall not interfere in each other’s life. Are you still willing to marry me?” “I am!” “Alright, Pearlie. I’m willing to get engaged to you. If you’re still willing after three years, I’ll marry you.” He entered the ward after he finished talking.