Five Years Of Marriage Novels & Stories

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.

Marissa Caldwell marries me to save the man she truly loves, Damian Davenhurst. For five years, she never once treats me like her husband. To her friends, I'm nothing more than a fool who comes running whenever she calls and disappears whenever she tells me to leave. "Cyrus Halden, you're basically her lapdog. She calls, you come running. She tells you to leave, and you leave." Whenever they laugh at me like that, Marissa simply smiles and says nothing. Once, when I'm burning up with a fever that won't break, she leaves the country with Damian just to escape her mother's constant nagging. Another time, I drink until I'm vomiting blood from a stomach ulcer during a business dinner whi

And enough to make sure neither of us would ever question the marriage itself. I looked down at the document. There was a final clause. My eyes caught on one sentence; If the marriage is dissolved before the fifth anniversary, the protected asset shall revert to the originating family. I read it twice. Our marriage couldn’t end. Not without giving my father’s side whatever they wanted. Adrian stared at the clause. That’s why he needed us together for five years. My blood ran cold. But we disappeared after three. I whispered. Adrian’s eyes met mine. Which means someone had to make sure we separated before the fifth year. The realization struck me with brutal clarity.

"Are you even calculating the years at all? It's been three years since we got married now" "Yes, I know. Three years with no serious marriage issue, that shows that we passed the first part." "The first and easiest part, dearie. What do you think is going to happen in our fifth year?" She sat beside him. "Exactly what we think is going to happen. We would be announced as mate." "And if we're not? I'll die, who will take care of our little Prince Damon?" "Nothing is going to happen to you as long as I'm here. We are in this together so please, relax." He said and pulled her to a tight hug.

I wanted to know more about what happened between them but I knew that she was more likely to twist the story to fit her narrative. “I have more money than I know what to do with it. Like I said before, I have no interest in your petty drama. I thin k you should solve whatever problems you have with Jake himself and try not to stalk innocent women.” “We were married for five years. Does that mean nothing to you?” I flinched at her words. I had hoped it would have been a sham of a marriage but five years was a very long time and it wasn’t the kind of thing that someone just forgot to mention. He had deliberately refused to tell me and I was going to find out why.

I smirked inside at the whisper of recognition that swept through the court room. My little self entertainment didn’t last long, as the sour pus voice of the defending council immediately intruded. “How long were you married to Miss Kamaria Paisley?” I didn’t have to think about it. It was the most horrible years of my life. Being married to the woman I didn’t love. Having to come home to her everyday knowing that she and her gold digging family sunk their claws into my father and bewitched him into making the costliest mistake of his life. “Five years.”

My tone and voice were sharp, reflecting all the feelings I had bottled up. He fell silent. His face tensed, as if he wasn’t ready to face my firmness. "I—I don’t know where to start. In these five years... I've realized something." I held back a bitter laugh. "In these five years, I’ve realized many things, one of which is that life without you has turned out to be easier than I thought." My words bit, and I knew they were painful for him. He bit his lip, as if holding back something.

However, we were completely different from the people who had stood here five years ago making promises we barely understood. "Five years," I said, standing where we had exchanged vows. "That is longer than our first marriage lasted." "This marriage is different. Built on actual foundation instead of fantasy about what marriage should be." "Built on maintenance. Showing up. Choosing each other even when it is hard." Mrs. Martinez appeared with champagne and the now-traditional cookies. "Five years. You did what most people do not. You built something that lasted because you did the work to sustain it." "We are still doing the work. That never stops."

There was always this subtle look that crossed his eyes that I couldn’t read. Her fingers moved on my chest and I glanced down to look at her. “Five years, Yvette. I’m going to be married to your father for five years.” Would they be good or bad years? would just be another emotional rollercoaster ride. If he kept looking at me like how he was for the duration of our marriage, I would be in deeper shit, heart-wise than I was currently. “At least we'll have you in common, my strong little girl.” and we might not be together in the end but it brought me little consolation knowing that he would not be marrying Tami after me.

Now, five years into their marriage, Isabella lay in bed, staring into space, overwhelmed with happiness. She had won. Not just a man, but the one who knew love in its purest, deepest form. A man who filled all the space in her heart, filled all the void, leaving no room for her to ever desire the need of her parent or remember that she was an orphan who didn't have a single relative who walked the planet again. Marriage was sweet, of course, it was. It was the most beautiful thing one could ever experience. For the last five years, they have had heated arguments, they have gotten mad at each other and they have fought, but all of that never lasted for more than a day.