Kisah Pernikahan Tanpa Cinta นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

"Don't try to tell me what to do. I think it's better for us to separate, Sofia. I don't want my good name tarnished by marrying a prostitute like you. Let's divorce, Sofia.” Nicholas turned to leave, looking very disappointed in me. Just a few days ago he had begun to be kind to me like a husband, and now our marriage was in danger of dissolving. I was contractually married to him, but Nicholas never knew that I truly loved him with all my heart. Behind his arrogant demeanor, he cared deeply for me and was so protective when I was with him. I had hoped that he would love me in our marriage. But it all fell apart because of slander from people who didn't like me. Inevitably, I can only accep

He said it, here, in front of everyone—without hesitation, without denial. “But Miss Hartman listed herself as single,” she countered, though her voice lacked its earlier confidence. Adrian arched a brow. “And? Should I present our marriage certificate?” The chairman sputtered at his words, shifting nervously. Ashleigh shot Adrian a look: half disbelief, half exasperation. “Did he really have to be this dramatic?” She thought, shooting a withering glare at him. “For personal reasons, my wife chose to keep it private,” Adrian continued. “Now, shall we proceed?”

"Sorry, I think my ceremony begins. But we will have plenty of time to talk and get to know each other, I know.” “Go ahead.” And just as Crystal had said, the few guests were already waiting for the young couple to get married. This time there were no documents on the table to sign, there were no rings or expensive jewelry, there was no commitment that they had to obey beyond that of pure love. Now on the small table only elements of nature, elements to which they were going to promise that love that they felt.

“You don’t know what I’ve been dealing with during those times.” I folded my arms in front of my chest. “Then make me understand it. Tell me the reason why you suddenly stop talking to me. What did I do wrong, pumpkin? I thought we were fine even if the marriage did not start with love.” “Who said I loved you? I never said that,” she spat. “How could I love someone like you?” It felt like a knife was plunged into my chest. We never said we loved each other. Or anything related to that. Our marriage… was full of unspoken words which we filled with actions. But in nearly two years of our marriage, the first time she gave herself to me, I impregnated her.

“Do you know what our marriage lacks?” I stayed silent, not replying to him. “The process,” said Ibrahim. “What process?” I was a little confused. Ibrahim couldn't help but laugh at my expression. “Yes, we are married, but we skipped the process of getting to know each other, earning each other's trust, and holding on to each other when things don't go right. It might be overwhelming that I really wanted to try. It will be my attempt at earning back your heart. Even Romeo and Juliet had a difficult love journey, but I'm sure mine and yours will have a different story to tell. What do you think? Should we consider today as day one?”

"Nggak, masih istri orang, pamali. Bu Tiara mungkin merasa tidak nyaman ya sama saya. Saya memang begini, Bu, orangnya kaku apalagi sama perempuan. Krisis percaya diri. Nggak pede kalau di dekat perempuan. Makanya saya nggak pernah pacaran. Bahkan saya nikah dengan mamanya anak-anak pun karena dijodohkan." "Oh, ya? Berarti Dokter Rasyid menikah tanpa ada rasa cinta?" "Iya, bisa dibilang begitu. Bahkan tanpa mengenalnya juga. Saya cuma manut saja sama orangtua. Semua sudah dipersiapkan orang tua. Saya tinggal ijab qobul." "Bisa ya, Dok?" tanyaku terheran heran.