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Julian’s jaw tightened. “Despite reports suggesting the marriage was fraudulent?” the interviewer pressed. Seraphina shook her head. “Those reports are false.” Seraphina finally said, “Our marriage was absolutely legitimate and I have the papers to prove it.” Julian felt something cold settle in his stomach as he was trying to figure out what the whole play was here. Seraphina reached down, calm and unhurried, and lifted a document into view. “Our marriage was real,” she continued, “And so is our divorce.”

"Mother, what is wrong? Why are you crying? I asked as I wiped the lone tears that fell from her eyes. "Don't worry my child, they are tears of joy. I am so happy you are finally married. Elias, marriage is a tricky thing and marriage is not easy but marriage can bring you joy, happiness, peace, laughter. If you give your marriage a chance, you will enjoy it, but there might be some obstacles on the way but as long as you have each other, you can overcome anything. No marriage is perfect " my mother said. "But you and father's marriage is perfect, you guys love each other more than anything " I told her.

“How’s Marrisa, by the way?” “Much happier now that we’re separated,” he laughs. “Living in the city never really suited her. She’s gone back home.” “I see,” I’m not sure what to say. Their marriage looked perfect on TV and in the magazines. But I know as well as anyone that perfection is an unattainable illusion.

"We have had so many people reach out to us regarding who this mysterious woman is who has taken that man -" She looks over to him lustfully as she eyes him up and down before looking back at me "- off the market. And still stayed in such a happy marriage. Tell us, what's your secret to such a happy marriage?" I felt my body tense and my heartbeat ring through my ears, my smile was plastered on my face so you couldn't see the breakages within me. The first question was already too much, I wanted to run and run fast. I looked over to Chase who had an evil look in his eye and I knew I had to do what he said. "Well, I mean no marriage is perfect right? And we don't strive for perfection. We str

Chapter Three — Drew Jacob's Wife He wasn’t, in fact, dying to meet me like my parents made me believe That realization didn’t come on my wedding day because that day was perfect , It came as I became his wife , Actually living with him was hell . I had been married to Drew Jacobs for two years, and in those two years, I learned that a marriage could exist without love, affection , or kindness and still look perfect to everyone watching from the outside, We just had to play our paths perfectly.

"You want a contract marriage with me." Elena nodded, her eyes locked onto his."Yes" Ethan's smile grew wider as he stood up from the sofa. He walked towards Elena, and as he approached, Elena shifted slightly, her eyes narrowing. "I'm afraid can't marry you, Elena. You are not my type." Her eyes narrowed, her voice tinged with disbelief."I'm not your type?" Ethan's shoulders lifted in a subtle shrug."You're not." Elena's gaze burned with intensity as she rose from her seat, her eyes locked onto his."I will pay any amount you want, Ethan Nelson, for you to be my husband."

“I mean it. I’m not looking to be part of drama. Once there are strippers, I am going.” “No funny business. I’m getting married tomorrow.” Alex’s phone rang, and he answered. “Babe?” Meika sighed.. “Please don’t hurt us before we even start our marriage.” Alex sighed. “Adrian's with me. We are keeping it clean. I promise.” “If it wasn’t for his wife, I wouldn’t want you see him. He's a crook and you know it.” He sighed. “I love you. I will keep you updated.” “Love you too.”

ARIA POV My phone kept buzzing on the table for hours. Messages poured in from friends and colleagues, all saying the same things. They called my marriage perfect. They said they looked up to us. They wanted what we had. If only they knew the truth. Our perfect marriage was shattered inside, broken in ways no one else could see.

"Seraphina, I watched my sister die because she couldn't trust me with her pain. I'm not going to watch you drown because you think protecting me from your struggles is love." The parallel hits like a slap. Because he's right—I'm doing exactly what Isabella did. Hiding my pain to spare him, not realizing that the hiding is what's actually destroying us. "I'm scared," I whisper. "I know. But fear is not a good enough reason to push me away." "What if it's the only way to keep you safe from my mess?" "Then we'll be messy together." He pulls me into his arms, and I finally—finally—let myself break. "That's what marriage is, Seraphina. Not being perfect together. Being broken together and choosi