Novel & Cerita Bitter Sweet Marriage Novelme

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."

She continued “Liv, so because you got married you now forgot you have a best friend.” “You know that's not possible, how can I? Meanwhile, point of correction I am not married, I am in a six-month contract,” “Whatever, who knows what tomorrow holds, haven't you read a lot of fiction novels about haters to lovers, they start from contract marriage and boom, they begin to fall in love,” “Exactly and that is why you called it fiction, baby girl, it only happens in the fiction world, the more you realize that this isn't a fiction world, the better you take those fictional thoughts out of your mind,” I reminded her.

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.

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.

"You're not allowed to say anything of that sort as long as you're still my lawful wife, Tiana!" I laughed miserably as I took a step back, and I raised my tone, "You were the one who refused to let me go, Ian! You were the one who knelt, begging the Langhams to let me marry into your family! It was you who promised the director that you would take care of me and love only me your entire life. If you can't do it, then we should get divorced!" Ian's veins throbbed on his forehead, and a guilty look flashed across his face. He remained furious, but he lowered his voice. "You have lived a life of luxury all these years. Have you ever suffered or gotten hurt all this time?"

But slowly, she noticed a subtle change in his eyes and the tightening of his jaw. “Has he hurt you?” he asked, a protective edge in his voice almost easily unnoticed. “Not physically, no,” she replied, shaking her head. Lars leaned back, tilting his head as he propped his head with his hand, his eyes narrowing as he considered the situation. “We need to do something—something that will make it clear to him that he has to go.” Natalie looked at him, hope flickering in her eyes mixed with hesitation. “Yes, but what?” He paused for a moment, then leaned forward, his gaze intense but cold. “We get married.” Natalie's eyes widened in shock. “Married? Lars, that's... that's crazy.”

There was a gleam in his eyes that made Daphne’s stomach twist. “You look beautiful,” he said smoothly. Daphne looked away. Britta continued chatting as she worked. But Daphne barely registered the words. She could feel Fredrik’s stare like a weight on her skin. When Britta finished, she stepped back to admire her work. “Absolutely stunning, Mrs. Frost!” Daphne stiffened. The name made her want to scream. She was legally married. She had a real husband. A real life. Didn’t Fredrik care that she was already a Frost? That she belonged to someone else?

From that day forth, I vowed to myself that I will do everything to make her happy. I was happy, seeing her walking down the aisle; marrying the man she loves… but then.. "Why does it feel like something is wrong?" It was oddly weird that the tension between Charlotte and her husband turned cold, and sweet when it came to Charlotte and Jake's so-called friend, Damien.

“That’s exactly how I feel, Daddy. I would never trade you for anything else in the world” “You know I would always do what’s best for you, right? I would never do anything that would hurt you or make you sad” “I know that, but this is different. Marriage is for life, Dad. How did you even get someone as powerful as Atticus to marry me?” “Marriage isn’t always what you want it to be. You just have to make sure you make yours the way you want, like a potter. He takes a plain clay and shapes it to whatever shape he wants”

Apparently, they had known each other back from their diaper days and started dating in high school. Not many people knew of their marriage since it was a small occasion of close family and friends. After marriage, Clara became part of our group too since they were never apart. I gotta say that Sean was pretty bold for taking such a life changing decision and being so sure of it. As for me the thought of marriage itself scared me shitless. I did not want to end up like my parents or their friends. Most of the people I looked up to growing up were either in loveless or arranged marriages. I guess that made me not think or want to get committed to someone else.