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his wife adds with her nose up. I nod my head and push my wheelchair forward. The wedding is bland and worse than a funeral. No flowers, no music, or anything resembles a wedding really. Just the priest, us in front of him, the browns on the first aisle and the media. The vows are quick, and our priest and everyone is soon gone. We are left awkwardly standing at the aisle. “I guess we go home now,” my wife says with the same emotionless voice she used during our vows.

Finn and Sabrina travel to Imani, a country with a strict no-cohabitation policy for unmarried couples. To get in without revealing their relationship, they sign a quiet marriage certificate, planning to divorce the moment they return home, treating it as a formality rather than a real marriage. They weren't about to let a customs policy ruin the only vacation they'd managed to steal for themselves after keeping their relationship a secret for years. If signing a temporary marriage certificate meant spending two weeks with each other in paradise for their four-year anniversary, then what was the harm? They weren't really getting married. At least not yet.

Hindi agad nag-register sa isip ko ang mga salitang iyon. “Ano?” Mahina lang ang boses ko. Halos pabulong. “I'm sorry, Miss,” sabi ng staff. “Pero iyon po ang lumalabas sa system.” Nanginginig ang mga daliri ko habang nakahawak sa counter. Hindi ako kasal. Sigurado ako roon. Wala pa akong pinipirmahang marriage certificate. Wala akong wedding ceremony na naaalala. Wala akong asawang kilala.

Ariel met Jayson's gaze. When they got married, everything had been rushed. They had merely completed the necessary paperwork and received their marriage certificate—no wedding ceremony, no celebration. From the very start, they agreed to keep their marriage a secret, so there had been no need for a ceremony. Claire stopped fussing after finishing her milk, growing sleepy in Jayson's arms. Setting the bottle aside, he looked back at Ariel. "It's a shame we never held a simple ceremony back then. If things hadn't started off on the wrong foot, I really would've wanted to give you a proper wedding."

This had been her wedding gift, if it could even be called that. When she and Lucian married, they'd simply registered their marriage. There was no ceremony, no celebration with friends, no public announcement beyond a sterile corporate notice about the young chairman's marriage. Her identity as his wife remained unacknowledged. Only Lucian's inner circle even knew she existed. That night after getting their marriage certificate, she'd asked if he'd ever loved her. Lucian's eyes burned with hatred as he threw this ugly robot at her before walking out without a word.

It seemed her desperation, as he had so cleverly assessed, outweighed any reservations. The marriage was swift, almost clinical. The next morning, Colden’s lead lawyer, a stern woman with a perpetually unimpressed expression, oversaw the proceedings at a hushed courthouse. There were no grand ceremonies, no witnesses beyond the necessary few, no joyful guests. No rings were exchanged, a stark omission that underscored the purely contractual nature of their union. No kisses, no tender touches, just the cold, sterile formalities. Just the scratching of ink on paper as they signed the documents that bound their lives together.

His eyes glistened with tears, and then… a single tear fell from his eye. I didn’t know if that tear was for me, or for her. And somehow, the thought that it might be for Luciana made the pain worse than ever. He closed his eyes. For a moment, he didn’t move. Then slowly, he opened his eyes. “I never meant to deceive you, Skylar,” he said in a low voice. “Yes, Luciana was my first love. I thought we would spend our lives together. That video… it was us when we were young and foolishly in love. We didn’t want to wait for our parents’ blessings. We went to a local priest, made our vows privately, because we thought love was enough. But Skylar, that marriage was never legal. We never filed any

Nina took a deep breath, her voice steady, “I’d like to file for a divorce.” The staff nodded. “Please show me your marriage certificate.” At a loss, Nina hesitated for a moment before fabricating the truth. “I’m sorry, but I’ve lost the marriage certificate.” In reality, she didn’t possess the marriage certificate. When they got married, Jayden handled the entire process. She had once asked him for a copy, but he had refused. And he would never agree if she were to ask him now. The staff nodded understandingly. “That’s not a problem. We can proceed without it. Please fill in the details to the best of your knowledge.”

I understand the pressure of the workplace and support his career, so I take on all the housework voluntarily, keeping our home tidy and organized so he can relax when he comes home. Our life is plain and routine, without dramatic ups and downs or messy conflicts. To outsiders, we are just an ordinary young couple. The only thing is that busyness has reduced our time together, and most of our conversations are about daily chores, with less of the intimate interaction we had when dating. But this is common in adult marriages, and I never thought anything bad of it. Our third wedding anniversary was in one week. I wanted to prepare a gift quietly to add a little ceremony to our dull life. Usin

This wasn't about societal expectations or flashy displays; it was about a love story that defied odds, a love that found its own path. The ceremony was simple yet heartfelt. We spoke our vows, not with scripted pronouncements, but with raw emotion and a shared commitment to building a future together. Tears streamed down my face as I pledged my love, not to the heir of a fallen empire but to the man who challenged me, supported me, and loved me fiercely despite the world's scrutiny. When the ceremony concluded, and "I do" echoed through the clearing, a sense of relief washed over me. We were finally married, not as pawns in a game of power, but as two souls bound by a love that had weathere