Five Years Of Marriage Novels & Stories

I said, squeezing him tightly. We had been together for five years. Five long, beautiful, and sometimes challenging years. And now, finally, we could begin planning our future, our real future. A future with a wedding, a home, and eventually a family. “I will finally marry you, my darling,” Felix said, smiling as he leaned in to kiss me softly.

“Monitoring you? I was worried. It was supposed to be a special day for us.” He scoffed. “Oh. Anniversary?” He said it like it didn’t even mean anything, pushed his hair behind with his hand. “I’m tired, Clara. Tired of these marital rules you cling to. I was never a part of this marriage. It wasn’t mine, it was yours and my grandfather’s. My throat tightened. “Five years. I’ve spent all these years trying to make this work. To make us work. Five years trying to love you even when you wouldn’t let me.”

"It's time to make this official." "Marcus, this has to be—" My voice broke. "Please tell me you're joking." "Do I look like I'm joking?" He snapped. "I've never been more serious in my life." "We're married. You and I. We’ve been married for five years…" "So what?" His face twisted with disgust. "Five years, and what have you contributed to my life? To this marriage? You're not educated. You didn't finish college. You know nothing about business. You can't hold a conversation with my colleagues without embarrassing yourself."

"I'm serious, Tessa. You and Kevin are legally married. I would only be the other man between you, so isn't it better if I just let you two be?" Tessa instantly raised her voice. "I only married him to fulfill his dying wish! We've been together for five years. Do you seriously think you can just put all of it behind you just like that?" It was true that five years of love wasn't something a person could just let go of easily. Nevertheless, I'd already stopped hoping for anything from Tessa. I believed time would heal everything. "Even if we were together for five years, you deceived me for three. How can you still expect me to stay with you? Besides, Kevin is your lawful husband now."

I don't know why. He's divorced? My eyes lingered on his face because he wasn't looking up. Strangely I feel relief wash over me at the news.. “I'm sorry about that. I understand that sometimes it just doesn't click.” I said, sounding soothing. “ How long was it?” He dropped his spoon finally and cleared his throat, “ Five years.” He said, straight. But I felt the heaviness in his words and the way he looked softly at me. “Five years? Wow” I muttered. He looked young to have been in a five years marriage. I gave him a small once-over that he didn't catch. “How did it happened?” I pried.

Five years earlier... Aria's pov Once upon a time, I loved my husband. He used to rub my feet when I told him they were sore. He’d bring home flowers…okay, more like a whole bouquet. He never forgot date night. Every touch from him felt like lightning. Those were the best years of my life . But that’s all it is now. Once upon a time. I guess that’s what happens when people have been married for five years. I glanced at the clock.

JESSIE. Ten minutes after getting to the city hall, our marriage certificate is in hand, and Stephen is standing beside me. He spent a few minutes explaining the marriage contract to me. He was willing to invest in the Moore group once we got married. We have to stay married for at least five years. “I can’t believe this,” I murmured to myself. “What? That we got married?” “Yes.” I turned to him and bumped into his chest because of how close he was standing. I tried not to think about how firm his chest was.

"Me too. All of it. The complexity. The family. The work. Us." "Especially us." And somehow— Five weeks married— We've built a family. Messy. Complicated. Beautiful. Exactly right.

My older sister was suffering from severe hemorrhaging during a traumatic childbirth, and her life was in danger. On her deathbed, she called for me. Looking at her pale face, I wept and swore that I would take good care of her child. However, she shook her head weakly. “I don’t need you to take care of him. Chloe, the baby belongs to your husband.” In an instant, my world fell silent. My husband, Ethan, stepped forward and took my sister’s hand. With bloodshot eyes, he dropped to his knees right in front of me. “We never wanted to hurt you, so we kept it a secret,” he sobbed. “Now that she’s dying, we only ask for your blessing.” Numb with shock, I stiffly picked up a pen and signed th

Five years since we stood in this garden and promised to love each other for the rest of our lives. Five years of joy, of pain, of growth. Liam comes up behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. He kisses my neck, his breath warm on my skin. "Are you ready?" he asks. "Ready to marry you again?" I turn in his arms. "I have been ready for five years." He smiles, his dark eyes soft. "I love you, Zoe. I have loved you since the moment I saw you." "I love you too." I reach up and touch his face. "Now go. I need to get ready."