Marriage: Impossible Novels & Stories

Not even the press. That I’m married to him.

I retorted. Why is it so hard to accept that it's over? " And you're just going to give up without even trying to fix it? " She raised an eyebrow. " Some things are beyond repair," I rolled my eyes. " Yes, but this isn't one of them. He's willing to try," she pointed. " Easy for you to say," I complained, "You have the perfect marriage!” " Perfect marriage," she scoffed, "Marianne, there is no such thing as the perfect marriage. There are two people constantly struggling to maintain a balanced relationship. Do you think I never wanted to divorce your father?”

Well-established, handsome, and wealthy is the outline of that man. "Remember, I won't let you go. Keep suffering," Melvin said as he threw Danas on the floor. "Marrying me is not the end of your suffering but the beginning of your suffering. It's worth it for what you've done." "What am I doing? Why do you hate me that much?" "Don't pretend not to know," snapped Melvin. "I really don't know what you're talking about. What wrong have I done, that you want my life to be so miserable, huh! You made my father's company go bankrupt, and you forced me to marry you, why don't you just kill me."

Gwen stood beside him, her face resolute, though Dominic could feel the tension surrounding his wife. “I know you’re angry, Gwen,” Rachel said, folding her arms across her chest. “But believe me, Dominic isn’t worthy of you. He’s not even worthy of me. We both know that.” Gwen shook her head, disgusted by Rachel’s manipulation. “You don’t have the right to judge our marriage,” Gwen said firmly. “You lost him years ago, Rachel. All you’re doing now is trying to ruin something you no longer possess.” Rachel smiled coldly. “Oh, I may have lost Dominic,” she said, stepping closer to the large conference table, “but you haven’t realized that your marriage is just an illusion.”

"You're not allowed to say anything of that sort as long as you're still my lawful wife, Tiana!" I laughed miserably as I took a step back, and I raised my tone, "You were the one who refused to let me go, Ian! You were the one who knelt, begging the Langhams to let me marry into your family! It was you who promised the director that you would take care of me and love only me your entire life. If you can't do it, then we should get divorced!" Ian's veins throbbed on his forehead, and a guilty look flashed across his face. He remained furious, but he lowered his voice. "You have lived a life of luxury all these years. Have you ever suffered or gotten hurt all this time?"

Damian saw it too. My husband stepped forward immediately. “What does that mean?” Richard looked away. The silence stretched. And stretched. Nobody interrupted. Nobody moved. Finally he exhaled heavily. “I was hoping we wouldn’t reach this point.” My pulse quickened. “What point?” Richard looked directly at me. Then at Damian. Then back at me. “The point where the marriage becomes impossible.” The words hit like a punch. Impossible? My stomach twisted. Beside me, Damian went completely still. Dangerously still.

"I'm sure I told you. Anyway, it doesn't matter. You must have realized it wasn't possible" "What wasn't possible? Jeremy, for goodness sake stop being so vague. Are you trying to tell me you don't want to be married after all?" "Don't exaggerate, Penny. I am merely pointing out that it isn't possible to be get married just yet" "Oh I see" Penny said.

The bartender asked, getting annoyed with me. " 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.

"I can never let Eugene know that my marriage is a contract." "Too bad, he already knows.”

“And now Jacob is trapped in an undesirable marriage with me.’ “Oh, come off it! It isn’t as if you trapped him to marry you.” “I know, but still…,” Rachel faltered as she felt an excruciating pain enveloping her heart. “Just think how you would feel being married to someone you don’t love? I can’t really blame him, you know.” “Oh stop being so pessimist!” “I’m not,” protested Rachel fiercely. “Yes, you are. Why don’t you fight for him? Why don’t you try to make him fall in love with you instead?” “That’s the problem here stupid. You can’t make someone fall in love with you. Love just happens.”