Five Years Of Marriage Novels & Stories

I fixed a polite smile on my face, trying not to gape at how striking he was, "I'm done here and so I'm leaving." He dragged a hand through his midnight black hair, "Without saying goodbye to your husband?" I raised a brow, "We both know that marriage document is invalid." "I guess we'll find out in court on Monday." Shock moved through me, "E-excuse me?" "Did you think that just because you disappeared our marriage would be over?" He asked coldly. "It's been five years," I spat, "That was the agreement and time has run out now." "July fourteenth," Logan said, "That's when our five years expires."

My mind reeled, searching for memories, for signs, for something, anything, that would have told me this was happening right under my nose. Five years. For five years, they had been lying to me, watching me claw, beg, and fight for a marriage that had never even been real. Five years of devotion, of trying to fix something that was never meant to be whole. My nails dug into my palms, sharp enough to break skin, but the pain was nothing compared to the fire burning inside me. "You... you both let me make a fool of myself for years?" My voice wavered, but the fury behind it was undeniable.

“Shut up.” I laughed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against me. “Good morning, Mrs. Dawson.” She peeked at me through one eye, pouting. “My legs hurt.” I grinned. “You should’ve thought about that before marrying me.” It’s been five years since I married the love of my life. Five years since I stood at that altar, watching Eloise walk down the aisle, knowing with every fiber of my being that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Amanda Pov. As I carefully wrapped the small gift box in shiny silver paper, my heart raced with excitement. It was our special day. Our fifth anniversary. Marcus and I have been married for five years, and it's been bliss. I knew he would be thrilled, just like he always was whenever I put in the effort to make him happy. We have been married for five years and I would say it has been full of bliss. We were both college sweethearts, we dated a few years after college and ended up married soon after. He was the main reason I survived when my Dad brought in Katlyn, my step mother and her daughter Mirabelle.

"How can you know so much about marriage? Because I've been married for five years and I make mistakes all the time. I forgot our anniversary last week. Know what happened? My wife was angry for good reason. I said I was sorry. A lot. Got flowers. For a week, I did the dishes. We went on." Daniel smiled. "Being flawless isn't what marriage is about.

That was how we got together as a couple. This year happened to be our fifth official year together. Half a year ago, we got our marriage registered at the City Hall. We specifically picked today's date, which happened to be our fifth anniversary, to hold our wedding. I thought my five-year relationship with Jessica would finally bear fruit. However, Benedict returned to the country three months ago. It appeared as though Jessica had forgotten about the pain and suffering Benedict had caused her five years ago. She ended up falling in love with him all over again.

“Don Anthony, I know you have someone special in your life. This marriage is just for family duty. Don’t worry, all I need is five years. I won’t separate you and your special someone for too long.” His brows furrowed slightly, as if he genuinely didn’t understand what I was saying. “Someone special? Five years?” “Yes. Five years. I’ll be your wife in name only. I won’t interfere with your private affairs. After five years, we can part ways, and I won’t take a single cent from you. I can sign an agreement on it.” His brows furrowed even more, and he glanced at his consigliere with a questioning look. When no one answered him, he stepped closer instead, gently pulling me into a half-embrace.

The chair scraped against the floor and I did not notice it until later. "She came from a family with a fortune," Helena whispered. "A small one. Very old. Her family owned a company... it had been in her family for four generations. I won't name it now, but you will see." She paused, her chest heaving slightly. "When she married your father, the inheritance was held in a trust. There was a condition. She could not speak of it to her husband for the first five years of the marriage. It was the way her mother protected her. My friend used to laugh about it. She said her mother was old-fashioned. She did not understand why the clause existed... until year two."

The date glared up at her in black ink. December 15th, 2020. Five years ago. Her wedding day. The day she'd married Seris Ashford in a ceremony that had cost more than most people's houses and meant absolutely nothing to the groom. "Miss Winters?" "I'm fine," Silver called out, her voice steadier than she felt. "Give me a moment." She heard Marie's footsteps retreat and sank into the desk chair, her mind racing. This was insane. People didn't just wake up five years in the past. They didn't get do-overs. Death was final. The river had been real—she could still feel the ghost of that cold, the burn in her lungs, the moment her body had simply given up.

He looks like I just took a knife and twisted it in his chest. He stands there, frozen, his hands shaking at his sides. For a heartbeat, I feel a pang of pity. I want to go to him and tell him it's okay. But then, my mind flashes back. I remember what happened back then… five years I spent as his wife. Countless times I sat at our long, cold dining table, waiting for him. Most times, I cooked his favorite meals and lit candles, dressed up with a heart full of a stupid, desperate love.