Novel & Cerita Is Marriage A Trap

"How sad that you can't marry the love of your life." "How would you know anything about this?" Abigail snapped at him. "More than you might think, actually," Lyall said, sighing as he cupped his head in his hands. "Love is always tricky, but in our world, its impossible. A marriage is never for love. A marriage is a card you can play, it's an alliance, it's something that can save you from otherwise drowning." "I don't understand," Abigail frowned at him. "How is it like that, though?"

“And now Jacob is trapped in an undesirable marriage with me.’ “Oh, come off it! It isn’t as if you trapped him to marry you.” “I know, but still…,” Rachel faltered as she felt an excruciating pain enveloping her heart. “Just think how you would feel being married to someone you don’t love? I can’t really blame him, you know.” “Oh stop being so pessimist!” “I’m not,” protested Rachel fiercely. “Yes, you are. Why don’t you fight for him? Why don’t you try to make him fall in love with you instead?” “That’s the problem here stupid. You can’t make someone fall in love with you. Love just happens.”

"No, it's not. You just said you hate not being able to do something. Marriage has become a game for you and a must for your family. And that's wrong, Suzy! Marriage is a serious thing, it doesn't matter if there is a paper where you can sign to break the bond. The votes are forever, and I'm sure you couldn't bear to marry Dean because he was always an idiot, sexist, and deep down you knew that. A passing betrayal doesn't even come close to a completely sad life. You don't deserve that, my friend.” My dramatic sniffy echoes shamefully. "I don't want to be a failure.” "You are not!” Penelope holds my forearms, shaking me lightly. "There's a habit of getting into trouble, but I'm usually the p

1: Divorce after 5 years. - Rule No. 2: Intimacy is not allowed. - Rule No. 3: Separate rooms until divorce. - Rule No. 4: No interference in each other's private business. - Rule No. 5: No falling in love with the other party. - Rule No. 6: Angel goes with her mum after the divorce. "What part of 'I don't want to marry you' don't you understand?" I retorted, feeling overwhelmed by frustration and anger.

"It’s the perfect scenario, as long as we stay married for one year. He gets his trust fund, the baby has legitimacy. I become the golden girl in the firm’s eyes, being married to a prestigious doctor and a bun in the oven. What could be better?” Abigail's gripping the arms of her chair, looking like she’s about to fall out of it. “What, did this guy plan this all from the start? Maybe he poked a few holes in the condoms or something." My drink shoots from my mouth. "Abby!" "I'm sorry, but this just sounds too weird and perfect to be a coincidence.” She sits back in her chair. “Wow. I’ve heard of women trapping guys into marriage with a pregnancy, but I’ve never seen it the other way around.

"Your husband?" "Yes, my husband. If you can marry before the divorce, why can't I marry after the divorce? Why are you so bitter?" I took a step forward but Jason pulled me back to him. I was tired of the way he was trying to downplay my marriage. I flicked a brow as realization kicked in. "And if I remember clearly , you have used the two days grant, so what are you doing here?" I asked him. His eyes dropped but he said nothing.

“They ask why I kissed you, why you sat in my front seat, why Daniel looked ready to fight, and why you vanished after the biggest scene of the semester.” The truth wraps around my throat slowly. I hate the trap more because I can see every wall of it. “If you show up,” he continues, “they call it drama, jealousy, secret dating, maybe even bad taste on your part, but not marriage.” The word marriage steals the air between us. Two months and a few weeks suddenly feels short and endless at the same time. “You really think a pool party can bury a marriage certificate?” I ask. “No,” he says. “I think people believe the story that costs them less thinking.”

“The hardest part will be your story. The affair. The rushed marriage. It will be picked apart. They’ll try to paint you as exactly what she said you were—unstable, opportunistic.” I felt Liam tense beside me. I placed my hand over his on the table. “I know,” I said. “But the truth is, I fell in love with a man who was trapped in a gilded cage. Our timing was terrible. Our choices were desperate. But they were our choices. We’re not asking to be saints. We’re asking for people to see the architecture of the trap.”

I asked him. “Right. I think you were in high school the first time I laid my eyes on you.” He answered. I nodded. “So? You planned to make me fall head over heels in love with you and then what?” “Trap you in a marriage that you wouldn’t feel the least bit loved. I married you to make you go through the same pain that my mother went through. I planned to trap you in a marriage where your husband doesn’t give a fuck about you but you still wouldn’t be able to leave him.” He said.

“Marriage is knowing that someone will stand beside you… whether you want them there or not.” Her gaze remained fixed on his rigid back. “Marriage is when two souls become one to bring a beautiful life into this world.” Her voice trembled slightly now. “Marriage is when one person is hurt… but the pain reaches the other.” A pause. “Marriage is trust.” Another pause. “Marriage is beautiful.” He turned suddenly. “Wow,” he said with a mocking chuckle. “Filmy, aren’t we?” She only shrugged her shoulders lightly. The casual gesture made his jaw clench.