Novel & Cerita Love After Marriage

Jordan replied. "No! You must have never thought about it. Love is a matter between two people, but marriage includes two families. I used to be too naive, thinking that love can overcome everything, but after experiencing what I had gone through, I know it's not the case. You loving me and wanting to marry me doesn't necessarily mean that we can be together, do you understand?" Irene continued on.

The reason she did all this was simply to go on vacation with her lover. The anonymous post continued. [Someone asked whether I love my husband or my lover more. Of course, it's my lover. The tattoo on my waist is of his name and mine. My husband is dumb enough to think it's his.] [But when it comes to marriage, you still need someone who washes your clothes, cooks your meals, and gives unconditionally. A lover isn't suited for that kind of dirty work.] Those words felt like invisible hands tightening around my heart. So she married me only because I was her obedient lapdog.

I smile back at her through the mirror, as she places the pretty, purple orchid among the neat up-do she’s given me. “Oh, sweetheart, marriage is about far more than just the vows. It’s about a love in your heart that overflows. It’s perseverance against all odds. Marriage is not easy. Especially, to a man like Manfred Valderrama.” She smiles and steps back so she can admire her work. “I do love him, you know. We aren’t just getting married because of the baby.” I stroke my bump affectionately, it’s too big to hide now and sticks out rather prominently from the white dress Manfred had shipped over, with the rest of the supplies from the mainland.

she smiled. Felicity pouted "if he loves me then do I love him?" Katherine opened her mouth to speak but no words came out "sweety, listen to aunty okay, you must not fall in love with him." "But why not? Grace said that in order for a marriage to last, the husband and wife must be in love." "Honey listen, you marriage is only going to last for a year." "Why?"

Dereck: “ Kilaila, that's not what I meant! Kilaila: “ Why did you ask for forgiveness? Forgiveness for what? Derek sighed and remained silent. Kilaila: “ So that's it? Secrets! Dereck: “ I was a coward! I was weak... Kilaila: “ And? Dereck: “ And that's all! Kilaila put her hands on her hips and looked at him seriously: “ Do you still love her? Derek: “ No! It's you I love! Kilaila approached and caressed Dereck's face: “ Look, you might think that if you marry me, it's like you've forgotten about her, but that's not the case! What you experienced with her will stay with you forever! You will keep a memory of her, but you cannot… Dereck: “ Is marriage that important to you? Kilaila: “ I don

"But Andrew, what about love? Shouldn't a marriage be built on love and affection?" Andrew took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Mara's with sincerity. "Mara, I may not have experienced a whirlwind romance with you, but I believe that love can grow and flourish over time. I have seen your character, your compassion, and your potential as a partner. I want to take this leap of faith because I truly believe that we can cultivate a deep and meaningful love." Troy and Mara remained stunned, their minds grappling with the magnitude of Andrew's words. The room filled with a mixture of uncertainty and hope, as the possibility of a marriage founded on trust and dedication took shape before them.

"But fate cannot make you love him. Only you can. Loving that man is a choice. It doesn't happen when the moon goes through its phases, it happens because you choose to love him. It's a choice you'll have to make every day for the rest of your life." She reached across the table and took my hand in hers. "That is why I asked you to wait for marriage. Because marriage is a vow to love and cherish forever. Tell me, do you love Adam even when he becomes jealous? Do you love him when he is angry? How about if he were hurt? Would you love him even if he were not an Alpha?" I didn't answer her. "That is marriage. That man downstairs lying in that hospital bed is my husband. I choose to love that m

“I know the reality of it all. I’ve never been an attractive girl-” “You’re a very lovely girl,” I interrupted her, and I leaned forward in my seat. “I promise, Kiara, I’m telling you the truth. You’re so much more than you think you are.” “That’s kind of you to say,” she remarked, seeming like she didn’t believe me. “My father has always told me that love wasn’t necessary in a marriage. He told me he wasn’t in love with my mother when they got married, but their marriage was good anyway. Is that true? Are loveless marriages able to work?”

"Over the last few months, you and I have destroyed the strenuous relationship we had, and what for? I won't leave him, Sarah. Even if I tried, he wouldn't let me. He loves me just as much as I love him. You realize that, don't you?" "Love," she repeated, followed by a hollow laugh. “Are you seriously standing here and telling me he fell in love with your after, what? Four, five months of marriage? Don't be ridiculous. This is a rebound, and I'll let him have it, but it'll never be more than that."

I entered and closed the door behind me. "Growing up, I always imagined my marriage as a perfect match with my Prince charming and living happily ever after full of passion and conquering thoughts. I wanted my partner gentle, kind and affectionate enough for us to have children of our own after years of crazy riot sex and love making. The day I signed that contract I threw that dream to the bin and allowed a mortifying story to happen instead. What is love for you? A simple pretty word? Used to fill women thoughts with dreams and manipulate their minds? Another way of trapping me to a death end and multiplying my pain making my sacrifice useless? Or a means to get attention from a pussy you'