Married Couple Stories Novels & Stories

he asked. He was getting angry; I could see it in his eyes. Slow, but the anger was there. I let out a low humourless laugh, “You are trying to fix our marriage? Is this how it should be done?” I asked. He stared at me with a confused look on his face. I wanted to hit him, “Zephan! When couples have issues in their marriage, they go see a therapist, and they talk about it. They try to take a couples retreat, anything that would make sure it works…” My voice broke off.

I looked at the name. "Yours?" She nodded. "It looks like a court case." She turned several pages. Medical reports. Witness statements. "What happened?" I asked. She closed the binder. "My husband reached Dominion." I waited. "He married someone else. A month later, I lost my baby." My throat tightened. The pattern was becoming impossible to ignore. "I'm sorry." She slid the binder back onto the shelf. "Everyone in this room has a story like that. Some have stories they'll carry for the rest of their lives."

"John, have you lost your mind? Today is my wedding day with Willow. What are you doing here?" Instead of backing down, John snapped, his voice tight with emotion. "I'm not the crazy one. You are! Willow was supposed to marry me. She is mine! I was the one who stood by her side during all those years you were in a coma. We were good together. She's only marrying you to spite me!" I glanced at Nathan nervously, afraid he might actually believe John's nonsense, but Nathan just raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Wow, so all those years and you still couldn't win her over? Sounds like I'm just more irresistible than you."

The elderly couple who had renewed their vows in the parking lot because the husband was too sick to travel. "Every wedding tells a story," Mrs. Martinez said. "Yours is going to tell the story of two people who fell apart and did the work to come back together better. That is a good story. The best kind." "No pressure," I said. "No pressure. Just truth." She stood to clear our plates. "You want dessert? I made flan." "Always," Alex said.

He kissed her on the head and sleep. From that day they start living as husband and wife. In these two years, Nandini falls madly in love with him and she is happy with Manik but deep down she knows Manik does not love him and only fulfills his responsibility as her husband, she has believed that one day he will fall for her and love her as she does.

“At the end, when the two gray-haired couple tremble hand-in-hand as they walk down the marriage hall together to announce to the world that their relationship has finally come to fruition, everyone will be so moved by them!” “I’m afraid that there would be no other example of this kind of story even if you were to search the whole world, right? In my opinion, this can definitely turn into a love story that is comparable to that of ‘Romeo and Juliet’!”

I read aloud, running my eyes over the main headline of the story. Amid our photos, not only of the few weddings there are of our wedding, but also of distant photos taken of us on the island, is detailed absolutely everything. The magazine comments on how my marriage was based on a contract, how it was something devised by my grandfather and Dominik's grandfather, how we both have to fulfill certain requirements in order not to break the contract, and how we both had a complicated start. "...But as if it were a love story, on their obligatory honeymoon trip, they both found love..."

the usual stuff about compromise and communication and learning to live with someone else's quirks. It was surprisingly enjoyable, listening to them talk about their wives in Kelly's group, with genuine affection, hearing their stories about how they'd met and fallen in love. Marvel told a funny story about proposing in a restaurant and accidentally knocking over a waiter carrying a tray of wine glasses. James talked about how his wife had supported him through a career change that had nearly bankrupted them. I found myself actually laughing at their jokes, contributing my own observations about marriage, carefully edited to avoid revealing just how dysfunctional mine actually was.

“Everyone already knows that our families have known each other for ages. We don’t have to tell people how we met because we’ve just always kind of known one another.” “That part is obvious,” he clips out. His eyes darken, but I don’t know why. Maybe he’s thinking about what tore our families apart. “I don’t see you offering an epic love story for the two of us.” “Epic, huh?” I smile, leaning forward on the table to rest my chin between my palms. “Yes, epic. The luxury of being fake married is you get to tell whatever story you want. Let’s see…what should we tell them?” I think for a moment, trying to remember all of my favorite rom-com plots to see if I can pull ideas from any of them.

I said to them as I stormed out, still bitterly annoyed by their sudden attitude. And who said marriage has anything to do with managing a company? All my cousins who are married, I can see how well they've been doing in handling their businesses- by causing trouble from one end to the other, sometimes Grandma will talk to me to help them sort their messes, and if marriage is supposed to determine how good someone can handle a company, why am I then doing better than them?