Kisah Pernikahan Tanpa Cinta 소설 & 이야기

"This ring is neither gold nor silver, but made of ordinary clay. But it is the symbol of the purest love between our bride and our groom…" Sunny made up a story as he went along, describing how Carl had fired the clay ring with his bare hands to fulfill his promise to Zoe. He was going to use it for today's wedding too, but it ended up in Rosalyn's car due to some mistake, so he had to leave to retrieve it. It was a beautiful story to cover up a scandalous affair, and the crowd applauded thunderously. It didn't even matter how many actually believed that story—what was important was that they managed to salvage this wedding and protect everyone's dignity.

They would navigate those stormy waters together, running towards the horizon, hand in hand. Surrounded by the ambiance of celebration and love, Hailey laughed aloud, swelling with a hope she hadn’t dared to entertain before. This was the beginning of their story—the realization that love didn’t always follow a conventional path, but will it still manage to weave out a loving relationship and marriage that they both deserve?

"How long are you gonna keep this up? Do you have to ruin my life? Can't I have a good day? I wasted 13 years on you. Can't you stop being so selfish?" He froze, fumbling to explain, "No, you don't get it. You can only marry me. You love me. That guy and you have barely spent a day together, while we know each other best. Don't worry. We can get married anywhere. I'm not letting go this time." His commitment seemed real, but he acted like a monster ready to swallow me whole. Terrified, I snapped, "No, I don't like you anymore. Leave now, or I'll sue you!"

I could hear his controlled breathing and feel the weight of his stare pressing against me. "Listen, Nelly," he said, at last, his voice even but firm. "This marriage will be purely contractual. No strings attached. In public, we’ll pretend to be a loving couple. In private, we go our separate ways." His eyes burned into mine, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "Especially for my parents—we just need to convince them we’re in love so they’ll stop meddling." He exhaled slowly before continuing. "If you agree, I’ll take care of your grandmother’s medical bills. It’s just for a year, and then we both walk away. No complications, no expectations."

Well I have no choice but to follow them. I walked first and then he followed. When we got to the pool area, I immediately sat down on the chairs there. "I really hate this." He said while kicking the pebbles on the side of the long chair near the pool. I know he wants me to hear those words. "Hate what?" I quickly answered him then I looked at him. "This fixed marriage thing. It shouldn't happened. I already have a girlfriend and I really love her so much." He answered. Yeah I get it. So I'm not the only one who doesn't like this setup.

“Grandpa, if you are doing this for my sake, you don't have to. I don't want to show off my husband or my marriage. It's pretty good that we are done with these simple steps. I have a marriage certificate, and no one will doubt us. It's not good to indulge in great pleasure when we can get satisfied by simple happiness.” Once those words came out of her mouth, the room fell silent, everyone went silent. Well! It's better, as long as there's no grand wedding. They married in a tough situation, there's no way she is ready to face the world yet. How can she tell her colleagues that she is married? She was once the golden bachelor in the whole hospital. “You two have married already, why don't y

I murmured as I'd rehearsed; I'd sat in my dream hotel room, in front of my dream mirror and rehearsed a dream speech I was going to make to this dream lawyer. I wanted to tell someone, though. I wanted to scream to someone, anyone, that my wife was having an affair ... with her brother. If this were truly a nightmare, it shouldn't matter, should it? I loved my wife, though. Still. Even in a dream, I couldn't do that to her. I wouldn't do that to her. "Of course," he murmured, obviously disappointed in my answer. "That's probably everyone's favorite ... especially when they're not really sure why they're getting divorced."

] So I was party B in this contract; let's keep going, [Number three; party B is would take care of all the chores while Party A will take care of the cooking.] This was definitely absurd, one thing I would definitely twitch. I hate chores. [Number four; party B is not allowed to bring friends except Kimberly as she is mutual friend of both parties.] [Number five; Party B shall not request sexual intercourse from Party A and vice versa. Party B shall not request the love of party A, and vice versa.] [Number six; Both parties agrees that the marriage will come to an end after a year with no hard feelings attached. This simply means both parties are to get divorced on mutual terms. ]

"It's not even a real wedding!" "Now me I'll do the best I can!" Grief leaked out for a moment with the truth of her desperate state. This would never be a real marriage, and something that would be ruined forever once Eric slid the ring onto her finger. She always dreamed of eternal love, a romantic relationship and lots of children. Instead, she received cold coins and a husband, who politely accepted her. She would be cursed if her sacrifice failed because he was incapable of feigning affection for her parents. She stood on tiptoe and grabbed his biceps. Her nails dug deep into the fabric and dug into his flesh. "You better fix it," she hissed.

" Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you. Whenever you want to try and fix your marriage with him, he makes you think there isn't a marriage at all. He makes you think that you are like a book he has in his bookshelf for years. Every time your heart breaks because of your efforts. One day you tell him that you want to leave and he barely heard you. Yo