Kisah Pernikahan Tanpa Cinta Novels & Stories

"Maybe she was in a bad mood.'' he muttered to himself. He decided not to bother himself with her again but deep down he knew he had fallen in love for the first time in his entire life and he would do anything to get her. When he got back to class, he saw her reading, she looked up and their eyes met. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He walked over to his seat, Charlie saw him coming and grinned. "What's up man, how did it go?" He asked. Blake forced a smile and said; "How did you think it went? You know I always get the girls, it was really easy, looks like she already liked me.'' he lied.

Josephine smiled at her "Yeah. Okay. The truth is....I met my husband and I fell for him. Our marriage was arranged by our families. I liked him since dad always said cool stuffs about him. Then...I finally met this handsome gentle man with a soft touch and my heart was captured. I fell for him right away. I really love him so much. I thought he loved me too...but... He doesn't. He only had hatred for me. I found out on our wedding night when he told me that he hates me. Guess what.... it's five years since we married and we don't even live like a couple. We are more like strangers. Don't speak to each other. It's putting me down. I still love him. I need your help" "Wow! Quite sad. So tell

Didn't I already know too much at our first meeting? "Yes, they were wrong, but they were just having fun." I looked at my husband in disbelief. Harvey is a good man. I mean, we didn't have sex before we were officially married, in fact we only kissed on our first night. And what did he just say? Just having fun? Is he kidding? "At least they have to hold back their lust. Sex on the sofa? Jeez, that ---" I raised my hands in the air after not knowing what to say. My mouth only wants to say harsh words.

Some endings didn't require words. Only presence. Only love. Only hope. And somewhere beyond grief... Beyond vengeance... Beyond the shadows of Genesis... A new story quietly began. Not one about survival. Not one about revenge. But one about healing. About family. About choosing love over fear. Again. And again. And always. The End.

Thus, when he proposed conceiving a child via in vitro fertilization, I did not change my mind, even though I knew how much pain I would have to endure. Even during treatment, I never dared to let work slip. The moment each session ended, I returned to the office to follow up on projects. Due to the high stress, I suffered a bout of depression and nearly ended it all. The only reason I clung to life was his promise to marry me. I had pushed through six exhausting months. I thought I'd be welcomed with eternal happiness when I returned to the country. To my surprise, the wedding I've always dreamed of became a reward for someone else.

“What does it say?” “It includes basic information like your name, your husband’s name, when and where you got married, and a statement that the marriage has broken down due to irreconcilable differences.” My breath hitched, his head snapping towards me, concern in his eyes, but I held myself as he continued to explain. “It is only the legal starting point,” he said gently as if he could read my mind. “It doesn’t finalize anything yet. This simply opens the case with the court.” “Alright.”

However, she soon said, "I have a song that I want to dedicate to my groom." Although this song was for me, her gaze was affectionately fixed on Shane in the audience. I felt bitter. The emcee handed the stage over to Celia. When the music started, it felt as if I had fallen into an endless pit of despair. I recognized this song. Shane had written the lyrics and composed the music himself. The song was called "Not Marrying the One I Love". She sang the song for eight minutes, and it made me think of the eight years I had spent with her.

With everything in place the next morning, I went live. I talked about how I paid off Hank’s debts, how we built RH’s Table together, our marriage, and his tragic passing on our wedding anniversary. By the end, I was inconsolable, my face pale. The public was touched by our love story. [It has been ten years since my first love got sick and passed away. I’m still not over it. It hurts when I think about it. I understand how she feels.]

Their wedding was only a few days away. Unknown to her, Noah had been questioning himself seriously about getting married to her. He was only marrying her now as a sense of responsibility from that night and because he promised. There was no love between them. The feeling from that night was no longer there. He felt more around Emily but didn't feel anything for her. In the beginning, he thought it was stress and that he would love her more with time but he was mistaken. Till that moment, he still didn't love her. "Baby,I have missed you so much. Do you even miss me? Noah, you no longer make me happy."

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.