Amor Después Del Matrimonio Novels & Stories

“Apparently so. Though I’m considerably happier having grown past needing it as my primary defense.” Julian pulled her closer, the morning light filtering softly through their bedroom windows. “Whatever Reyes attempts next, whatever timeline our fertility journey actually requires, I find myself remarkably at peace this morning, simply grateful for exactly where we’ve landed together.” “So am I,” Amara said, settling into the warmth of his embrace, the morning stretching ahead of them with the particular unhurried peace that had become, over two years of marriage, their most treasured shared possession.

"What's wrong, darling? You look despondent." Bella rummaged through her bag and presented a photo of Damian and Dakota together. Rodrigue examined it carefully. His easy smile faltered. He could read the subtext of the photo way too fine: Damian was giving his heart to a different woman. He also knew that Bella hated sharing her favorites with others. He looked up at his daughter. "What are you planning to do?" Bella cast her eyes to the floor. "Call off our engagement." Bella and Damian had only gotten together after they finished high school. Then, on that very same day, Damian and his family came to propose their engagement. It was so abrupt that it didn’t sit well with Rodrigue.

Maybe that was the reason why her last boss fired her from the job. Jacob looked at her with disappointment on his face. There's no love between him and Juhee, so what does it even matter if they have serious fights or arguments? But, they were married now, which meant they had to spend their lives together for the rest of their life. And for that to happen, there should be a special bond between them. He didn't care about what Amber said because she thinks they married for the best, but she was right about having a peaceful environment between them.

This place was the home they had shared ever since they registered their marriage. Since she loved grapes, Lennon planted a grapevine in the yard and set up a swing so they could go on it together every summer. Now, she raised a shovel and struck the trellis. It collapsed with a crash, just like her love. Mabel tore down the massive wedding photo in the living room and burned it, along with the love letters Lennon had written her. Just as the flames died down, Lennon returned. He frowned at the fire pit. "What's that for?"

of me? What if we get married and you realize I’m not the one? Will you cheat on me?” Tears streamed down my face as I voiced the fears clawing at my heart. He sighed deeply, then sat up and gently pulled me into his lap. “Mi Amorè, I didn’t cheat on Catalina because I wanted to be a disloyal man. Even with everything she put me through, I never once considered being with another woman while I was still her husband. It’s unfortunate for her and very fortunate for me… that you walked into my life, Angel.” His hand cupped my cheek, thumb wiping away a tear. “I’ll never get tired of you, tesoro. I know you’re the one for me. We’re made for each other. Even your flaws are beautiful

Years ago, he would not have believed that he would be this man, the same one everyone had envied for finding his “perfect match”, now caressing the nude body of his wife's sister. And what sin would he be accused of committing, if someone were to stand there and point accusing fingers at him? Adultery? Fornication? No. Love. His sin was love, a truth that had taken years of self-loathing to unveil. Also not loving Melinda as he should have. He was her husband, and he should have loved her.

I said, and he chuckled before letting us both in. He poured me some wine before settling down on his couch. I drowned the glass of wine in one gulp and let the warmth of the wine spread through my body. It tasted so nice. I took the bottle and poured another one for myself. “Just one day of being married. What would one year look like?” Justin teased, and I smirked. “Torture,” I said, and he chuckled. “Why are you on my couch drowning my wine?” He asked. “What is the name of the wine, by the way? It tastes so nice,” I asked.

At Night After three days Erina's p.o.v It's been 3 days since Amaan and I got married. I thought that after my marriage with Amaan, I will be happy. But, I am not happy. I feel like happiness has enmity with me that's why I don't find it.

“But for the past few weeks, Clayton has been quite… uh… um… He’s been quite aggressively amorous and it’s kind of bothering me.” Lily only smiled knowingly. “Aren’t all men? Or to better phrase it, aren’t all our male mates are?” She said patiently. She squeezed Amarah’s hand in an assuring way. “I know what you are going through, trust me. When Matt and I mated on our wedding night, well, let’s say we didn’t leave our small abode for a few days. It’s a honeymoon phase.” Amarah remained silent again, trying to find the right words to tell Lily.

While the scars of the past lingered, they served as a reminder of the strength they had found in each other. Later that afternoon, Damien awoke from a nap with a lingering sense of euphoria, his mind still entangled in the remnants of a vivid dream. It had been a dream of a future, a future that extended far beyond their intended one-year marriage, where he and Brenda had built a life together based on trust, resilience, and unconditional love. As the morning light filtered through the curtains, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that this dream held a deeper meaning.