Marry Myself の小説・ストーリー

the words slipped out of my mouth, and I watched as he stilled. Completely frozen. “I am going to marry Killian sooner or later. And now that you are back to your health and out of danger, we can finally get married. And I don’t want to delay it any further,” I continued, watching the shattered expression that curled on his face. But I meant every word I said. “You can not continue to drag me back with your letters or your apologies. I’m fed up already. I just want to live my life on my own terms from now on.

Thus, I said, "Maybe I've been too selfish, Gideon. I was too eager to resolve my dilemma that I didn't explain the situation clearly to you. So, let me lay out what marrying me really entails. Then, you can think it over carefully again and decide if you still want to go through with this." Before Gideon could speak, I quickly continued, "As you already know, be it now or in the future, I may never be invested in another relationship again. I may also never love another man again. The only reason I want to get married and have a child is to sever my lingering indecisions. "A person like me may never be able to return your feelings. So, if you marry me, your love will forever remain unrequit

“You sold the house we were supposed to share! You could have gave me a notice? You just went ahead and sold it without any regard for me?” I crossed my arms and stared at him. “I told you I was going to sell that house, you seem to forget it was a wedding gift from my parents to us and since there is no marriage between us anymore. I choose to sell it, it belongs to me and not the both of us. That house holds too many memories,I don’t want to keep it, I’m done. If you really wanted to live in that house, you should’ve made that decision before you decided to cheat on me.”

He knows he has to stop this before they can continue “I have never had any discussion about marriage with Mira and I don’t plan on getting marry to her” Chris said and interrupts their happy moment

She knew what Julia was hoping for, and she knew the truth would disappoint Julia, but that wasn't a lie she could tell. Sure enough, the light in Julia's eyes dimmed. "Gained weight? I thought maybe you were expecting." Seeing Julia's disappointment made Rosalyn feel awful, and a reckless thought flickered through her mind. If the marriage was fake anyway, maybe she could figure out a way to have a baby on her own. Then even if she never married, she could still be a mom. But the idea vanished as quickly as it appeared. The marriage itself was already a mistake, and she couldn't make another.

My skin burned, but the woman in front of me had hurt me far worse. I wondered, 'Why would she lie to me if she no longer loves me? Did she think I deserved this treatment just because I was a complete doormat in the past? Or is she just worried she's going to lose her free maid and a useful tool to make herself look good in front of her friends?' I looked at her and let out an icy laugh. Then, I asked her, deliberately enunciating each word slowly and clearly, "Did we really get married? Am I really listed as your spouse on your wedding certificate?"

If I could do it all over again, I swear I'd love you the way I should have. … I read them one by one, watching Adrian pour out his pain and his longing for me. Still, I felt nothing. After all these years, I'd long since erased the 28-year-old Adrian from my heart. Whenever I looked back, the only Adrian I remembered was the earnest 18-year-old boy. I got married two years later. I married a man who loved me deeply, and together we welcomed a beautiful little girl. My husband asked me what I wanted to name our daughter.

Each time he sat by the window, he would remember the way I used to eat with my head down back in college. He said he had kept the fountain pen in the deepest drawer, never giving it to anyone again. He said he finally understood that marriage wasn't just about keeping me by his side, but about making me feel at ease with each passing day. He said what he regretted the most wasn't losing a wife, but losing the version of me who used to be happy for an entire day just from ranking second in his heart. The last thing he said was, "Natasha, I'm sorry. And thank you for once having loved me so earnestly."

I held the microphone, my voice echoing throughout the place. The people around us murmured among themselves, and Celia's face showed a fleeting moment of embarrassment. "Zane, stop it. It’s our wedding today." "You’re realizing that now? I don't want to marry you anymore. You're free. Go marry whoever you want." After saying that, I looked at Shane. "Shane, congratulations, you’ve won. I don't want this woman anymore. I wish you a happy marriage and many children." Of course, I did it on purpose.