Bitter Sweet Marriage Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, there was only a deliveryman holding a small box standing before him instead of the figure he was hoping for. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Hunter Jones? You have a parcel from Ms. Audrey White." Hunter eagerly signed his name and accepted the package when he heard Audrey's name. He was dumbstruck after opening the box. That was because there was a fake marriage certificate, Audrey's engagement ring, and several printed images of Sarah's past social media posts in the box. It turned out that Audrey had long known about his marriage registration with Sarah. Each of his affections toward Sarah was posted on social media and became the weapon Sarah used against Audrey.

“To be fair, love, I saved you from eating sweets late at night. That’s called being a good husband.” Marcus laughed. “Nice try, man, but that’s theft.” Liam nodded. “Definitely theft.” Benedict sighed dramatically. “Fine. I’ll buy more ice cream.” Sabrina grinned. “Good. Because I married you for love, but also for unlimited ice cream.” As everyone sat down for dinner, the teasing continued. The table was filled with delicious food, and the atmosphere was light and filled with love. Teresa looked over at Benedict and sighed dramatically. “It’s so nice to see my son finally settling down. I remember when he swore he’d never get married.”

Hollow and sharp. “Sweetheart, your naïveté is almost... endearing.” Then her tone turned colder than ice. “Don’t you understand? Your fairytale wedding won’t rewrite reality. Your father’s name is poison. Marx won’t be able to protect you—not from us. Not from what’s coming.” The tall woman beside her—ice-eyed and bitter—snorted. “Honestly, the audacity. Thinking a marriage can elevate her. You’re still insignificant.” The shorter one chimed in with a smirk that cut like a razor.

Because I'm in a mess with him. "But let me tell you this, marriage is not always rainbows and butterflies, laughs and smiles. Reality is, marriage is most of the times ugly. It's not like the ones we see in the movies. But it is normal. There is no perfect marriage You will be tired, hurt, bored with each other. Yes, marriage is not always a beautiful thing, but then, it is amazing. It is knowing that someone loves you so much. It is having someone have your back no matter what," Tito Segismundo continued.

But there I found a piece of paper stuck at the back of her dress, which she had kept earlier. "As we all know that now we are married ....... But let me tell you, we haven't confessed yet..... I know my husband is dumb so here I am taking the initiative ...... He is the one who's face I want to see every morning and i can't imagine a moment without his presence in my life ..... I know all this is sounding so cliche nd illogical but I could really feel it's happening within me ...... Nd here I am already planning my life tasty, fancy and sweet married life just like this cake ..... Yeah because I want everything sweet for him because my man has already had his share of bitterness ..... Nd fo

Though her tone was calm, the distaste was clear as water from a spring. I chewed on my inner lip to prevent myself from lashing out. She was my mother, and she deserved respect. Brianna Romero was no different from her husband. Though nearly clocking fifty, her stature was no different from a woman in her mid thirties. Her hair always worn in a prim and prime styles, her dressing and grace was no different. It would be nearly impossible to detect she was half Asian. Her urge to always have everything about her perfect was something I always wondered if was inherited from the retired General, in their thirty-nine years of marriage.

“But now my boss has never protested my way of thinking since he got married. He was too busy being happy, spending time with his wife. All the newlyweds can't seem to stand the distance from each other.” Dion blinked an eye before stepping back. “Please enjoy your green tea, Angel.” Meanwhile Angel is stunned to hear Dion's words that no newlyweds can never bear to distance themselves from each other. She glanced at her cell phone that was still silent in silence. Angel took a deep breath, suddenly felt a bad feeling tugging at her heart. ***

“What you weren’t expecting me to marry you as soon as you said yes?” She just looked at him feeling stupid. “Why do you want to marry me that badly?” she asked him. She searched his eyes for an answer. “Then why do you want to heal me so badly?” he asked her looking in her eyes. “I-I don’t know.” She said taking her hand out of his grip. “Look marriage is a big responsibility. How about we date each other and get to know each other better first.” He shook his head. “It’s not up for negotiation.”

She was looking at me with a sweet smile on her lips. Please, mama… Stop the wedding! Please! We stopped in front of the priest. Everyone looked so delighted except for Nik, who looked really bored, and me, who's internally dreaming of running away. “We are gathered here to witness the union of two hearts that was binded by love…” Love? That's ridiculous. It should be binded by an agreement. Bitterness crept in my heart as the reason of this marriage sank into me. Right! I was purely because of an agreement.

Damien also looked at me, his gaze darkening for a moment. “A friend.” I put my phone face down and picked up the box of marzipan he had specially brought back for me. I unwrapped one and placed it in my mouth. I used to love this flavor the most. Now, it only tasted sickeningly sweet and bitter at the same time, just like this marriage. Covered in sugar on the outside, while rotten underneath. Damien looked at me as if waiting for a reaction. “Is it good? If you like it, I’ll buy more next time.”