Bitter Sweet Marriage Novels & Stories

The interview went on for about thirty minutes with a few breaks for commercials before Alice said, “Now, Bree, tell us about your most popular song. Anyone who listens to radio stations like ours that play up and coming singers will recognize it. It’s called ‘Meant to Marry Me.’ What was your inspiration for such a beautiful, heartbreaking song? You’re not old enough to be thinking about getting married, are you?” Bree laughed, though Alice had asked a question that pained her to think about. “I’m old enough to get married now, but when I wrote it, I probably wasn’t really. I wasn’t ready to anyway. It isn’t really about getting married, though, obviously. If you listen to the lyrics, you’l

Now I understood what it truly represented. It had never been chosen for me. It had simply been something left behind after someone else rejected it. Just like this marriage. It looked beautiful from the outside, but every bite carried a bitterness I ignored for far too long. If I had known that cake originally belonged to Isabella, I would never have accepted it. I would never have mistaken someone else's leftovers for love. Chocolate looked sweet, but its bitterness lingered long after the sweetness disappeared. This marriage had been exactly the same.

He planted a sweet kiss on my knuckles. "Can you make me a promise then?" he asked. I nodded. "Anything." "When things get hard and you can't recognise me anymore, promise me you'll always remember this feeling of me being human." "Dom-" "It's gonna keep on getting worse and pressure will mount, stakes rising so high we might be forced to make some hurtful decisions that'll remind us both we married for a revenge plan and before we met, we had priorities." His words drew a dagger to my chest. Deep down, the voice always echoed, reminding me that this was the honeymoon phase.

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

I ran to the bed and threw myself onto it, sinking into the softness with a sigh. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. If I was going to be stuck in this marriage, I might as well enjoy the luxury that came with it. Still, despite the comfort of my surroundings, a bitter taste clung to my tongue. I was married to Alpha Ashvin. And there was no escaping it.

Then, almost casually, he said, still avoiding my gaze, "In case you have anything to say, you can just say it. Don’t hesitate, and don’t be afraid. And for our marriage… how do you want it? Big or just normal?" My heart stumbled. Even though our initial plan was marriage, it wasn't real. So why was he asking if I wanted it big or small, when it was something that shouldn't matter much? Just one year, and we would go our separate ways. Even though we'd said the words before, hearing it now — after everything — made it feel different. He wasn’t asking like a man fulfilling a contract. He was asking like it mattered. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced my voice to stay steady.

"Can we just coexist peacefully from now on? Stop pestering me about love. We're both parents now; we should focus on living harmoniously for the kids." I tried to pull him back from the edge, helping him see reality. The reality was I didn't love him, and I never would. He was just the father of my children to me. He averted his gaze, draining his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Teagan, do you really feel nothing for me?" His voice grew hoarse, tinged with emotion. "Teagan, but we're married! How can that work without love?" I felt tired; my temples began to throb again.

Tristan had been focusing on his work, Jonathan had told me Tristan had turned to a workaholic in the span of a month, he avoided the bar like a plague and barely hung out with any of them. Carl and Bonnie had been busy with the excitement of having a child and were now on tour, Sophie and Robert were trying to make long distance work and like Jonathan had assured me, we had heard nothing about Emily and Miguel, and it was better that way, I was still dealing with their betrayal and I could only possibly imagine how Mariana was feeling.

____ I sat on a long chair with my parents, aunt, and uncle as the vows began to be said. Inevitably, it made memories that I didn't want to remember surface on their own. On the one hand, it was bitter because the man who became my husband didn't want me and didn't love me, so the vows went stiff and flat, but on the other hand, for me it was sweet because I married the man I loved. And now I don't understand my own feelings about it because that sacred vow got me through the painful, bitter days that led to divorce, yet it also brought Ace into the midst of my dark life. He came like a blessing and grace that brightened my entire life.

People will believe what they want, be it facts or lies. On second thought, I know very well that Benedict doesn’t love me. We married not because of love in the first place. It was my father’s arrangement to dispose of me. He got sick of my face and wanted me out of his sight; thus, sending me off to marry was the conclusion. It’s funny how he handed me and all my rights to some unknown Alpha from a weaker pack. With me as his wife, Benedict slowly obtains connections with stronger packs. He has barely maintained our loveless marriage for 5 years, but, in the end, his heart completely turns to his lover, Beatrice.