Romans & histoires I Married My First Love

My body felt distant, like it didn’t belong to me anymore—numb, trembling, and cold, even though the fan was off and every window was shut. “No,” I whispered. “This can’t be happening.” But it was. Pregnant. Four weeks. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. It didn’t even sound like me. “Four weeks?” I whispered again, staring at the paper. “Then it’s not Elvis’s.” There was no way. None. We were married for two years, and in that time, Elvis barely touched me. Our first year, we had sex twice—both times awkward, rushed, and cold. The second year, only once. And that was long before our anniversary month.

It must be a good decision to carry on. "Fill and sign that paper," he uttered without any vibration in his voice. He may not be afraid to lose me. Quiet pity for this poor, sick woman. "All right. I sign this because I love you. Honey, even though we're departing through this paper, I'll always love you no matter what. I'm sorry, honey, for the burden I gave to you all these years." My tears were falling. I should have to remain calm, but my heart never stopped telling my true emotions. I really loved my husband more than my life. I really do care for him.

‘It’s going to be okay, I promise’ she said reassuringly, but I knew it wouldn’t be. I tried to pull myself together, telling myself it was a loveless marriage after all. It was a loveless marriage, but I felt so betrayed and stupid. I felt so angry seeing that girl on top of him, I liked the way his lips felt against mine. I longed to be in his arms all day long, I thought of him every time. I replay the first time he kissed me in my head to remember how good his lips felt against mine. My heart skips a beat whenever I see him. I don’t think this is a loveless marriage anymore. I think I am falling in love with Aaron Carson.

She had fallen for him at first sight. At the urging of his grandfather, Mr. Howard Morgan, they went to the city hall and got married that same day. On their wedding night, he tossed her an agreement. "I have someone I love. I'm only marrying you because my grandfather pushed me into it. Take a look at this agreement, and if you're okay with it, sign it. We won't announce our marriage publicly. After three years, we'll divorce. I can't give you anything except money." He kept his word. For three years, he gave her his credit card to use freely, but never gave her an ounce of affection. Even when they had sex, his face remained cold.

"Celia, what you should be doing now isn't stopping me, but going back and stopping your parents from killing that guy. After all, I won't be the one arrested if the doctor calls the police." Hearing this, she gave up arguing and limped back to the hospital. Seeing them so miserable now, I was finally happy. A year flew by. I started a relationship with Roxy, the police officer who investigated the case. We dated for several years, caring for and understanding each other. Our feelings grew stronger. It was with her that I understood the difference between loving and being loved. Five years later, we got married. Walking back to my alma mater with her, we saw a gaunt-looking Shane standing on

“And I’ll do anything for you.” “Even if I asked you to kill Jace?” she asked, watching my face carefully. “Yes,” I said without hesitation. “He’s nothing to me. If you hadn’t married his father, I wouldn’t even know he existed.” “Good.” She beamed. “Then I’ll tell you everything.” She sat me down on the bed and began explaining. “I met someone on the honeymoon trip with Richard,” she began. “My first love. We spoke, and I discovered he was divorced. I thought it was finally my chance.”

Amari My marriage has taken a very different path from what I thought it would be. I am so in love with my husband, it is becoming hard to hide it. Everyone is telling me that I am glowing. Growing up I had fantasies about how my first time would be, but it was nothing close to what I felt. I completely lose myself when my husband touches me. I can’t stop screaming his name and he loves it. Waking up in his arms and the love reflected in his eyes when he looks at me is complete bliss.

And then he started talking. "I was once married to a woman I loved with all my heart. We got married six years ago but we dated a lot before that. Suzy and I met in highschool. It was love at first sight. People say love like that don't last....they say it's easier to fall out of love when you fell Intl love just as easy. They were wrong."

Once its validity was confirmed, Naomi signed it and asked the lawyer, Arthur Langford, to handle the divorce procedures. "Please mail the divorce decree here," Naomi said, leaving the address of the villa before getting up to leave. Her nose stung as she tilted her head back. She tried not to let the tears fall. She had loved James. After they got married, she had tried her best to make it work. She had dreamed of a life with him. But after she was ignored and neglected again and again, her once-passionate heart had grown cold. Now that Sophia was back, it was time for her to go.

His cracked hand rested softly on my leg, a twisted smile played on his face. "Does being married to me bother you that much?" I swallowed. My stomach was churning. "Sir... it's just that I left one marriage to immediately enter another. I don't love you, I can't continue with this farce." I looked at him intently, forcing myself to remain firm. But inside, the memories were breaking me. Because even in my first marriage, I wasn't completely in love, as back then I had feelings for one person who had once truly made my heart beat.