Five Years Of Marriage Novels & Stories

I made sure to stretch that it was all in the past but… “I still think it doesn't make sense for them to stay together!” Julia exclaimed. “It is in the same house after all and they dated for five years.” “It was two years,” I corrected. I found out later that I just revealed another confidential information. I needed glue for my lips right now or I would leak our contract marriage next. “Ah,” Julia nodded. “Still, two years was a lot of time. In that short period, they have fought and made up. They have hugged and kissed and made love. They've been emotionally and sexually intimate and…”

He confirmed in the affirmative and I slid my documents to him, as he passed his to me too. There was a charm a possessed that I had instantly fallen for. We were silent for a while as we went through what we both wanted and it seemed he was satisfied. I was perfectly okay with his conditions and I believed everything would be just fine. "I take it we are good to go," he said and I nodded. Everything seemed perfect. There was no issue and after five years, if the marriage isn't working out, we call it quits. That's enough for my dad to get back on his feet.

"I can handle myself, Dad." I would still hear about Lydia occasionally. She worked as a middle manager at a private company. The pay wasn't much, but it was far less stressful than her previous job. Simon remained unemployed after they got married. Their entire family lived paycheck to paycheck since Lydia was the sole breadwinner. Apparently, Lydia and Simon argued often about money, Lindsey, and all sorts of insignificant issues. Last year, George suffered a stroke, which left half of his body paralyzed. The conflict between Lydia and Simon escalated when she brought George home to stay with them.

"I never said I wasn't interested." "But you didn't let me finish." She bit her lip. "I'm sorry. Go on." "A marriage," I repeated, slower this time. "Not just something on paper. Something real. No more fighting me. No more trying to leave or hurting yourself to get away. You would be my wife. You would take your place beside me. To the world, we would look like the perfect couple. And after five years..." I forced the words out even though every part of me rejected them.

“Five? You said one year before.” “I said the public cohabitation period is one year, to satisfy the trustees,” Leo explained, his tone careful. “The legal, binding marriage contract would be for five years. It is a longer commitment for a larger, more permanent solution. The divorce and final settlement occur at the five-year mark.” Five years. It wasn’t a season. It was a chunk of her life. Her late twenties. Gone. “That’s… that’s not what was presented,” Mateo said, his voice rough. “Robert said one year.”

Time has a funny way of slipping through your fingers when you are truly happy. It felt like only yesterday that we were celebrating our renewal of vows, surrounded by love and the promise of a bright future. And yet, five years had flown by in the blink of an eye. Five years of peace, five years of growth, and five years of building something that would outlast us all.

"Why five years?" "Because five years is long enough to prove whether this marriage is real or whether you are just using me for my shares. If we are still married after five years then you can have full voting rights. Until then I keep them." "And if we divorce before five years?" "Then I keep my shares and you keep yours. Clean split." He thought about it for a long moment. "Agreed." Robert looked like he wanted to argue but he made the note anyway. We spent the next four hours going through every single page and every single clause and by the end of it the prenup looked nothing like what Robert had originally drafted.

“I’m just too old for you.” His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “W-Why would you say something like that all of a sudden? You know I like older women!” Maybe, but definitely not someone five years older like me. He kept going, still acting and pouring out how much he loved me. Even now, when he was about to go home with Dawn to meet her family, he wouldn’t stop lying to me. I stared straight into his eyes. “Justin, do you really want to marry me? Have you ever… actually loved me?”

A sob came out of me. Five years. Five years of trying to be what he needed, trying to be the perfect wife. Five years of trying to be enough, trying to make this marriage work. The lonely nights, the cold bed, eating dinner alone, staying up all night waiting for someone who never came home. Five years of lying to myself that things would get better and he would eventually change. That he was just busy. That after the next deal, the next project, the next expansion that we would finally be together.

"No marriage feels real until both hearts are in it." Her words hit something deep inside me, but I pushed the thought away. Instead, I asked, "How long have you two been married?" "Fifty-three years," the husband answered proudly. My eyes widened. "That long?" "And we’ve had our fair share of fights," his wife admitted. "But we always came back to each other. And do you know why?" I shook my head. "Because we never shut God out of our marriage." I swallowed, unsure how to respond.