Once Married Novels & Stories

He cut himself off and smiled, he sighed. "Mom and uncle Bernard are not in a romantic relationship, they just respect each other as husband and wife" "But..." "Oh, there's another shocker, they were never married...the marriage certificate issued to them is fake" God! This is so much to take in, in one day! "Maria, you can have your husband back... I just want you to know that we'll always be sisters!" She stepped closer to ma Gloria and hugged her briefly. They both cried on each other's arms for a moment, before pulling apart.

Marco's and Monique's shouts took me out of my daze. I had completely forgotten that they were there, silently peeping into our drama from the bar downstairs. "Thank you!" Aren called out their way before finally claiming my lips with the right amount of passion. *** We skipped the divorce part, and simply destroyed our contracts, but our "real" marriage required a few additional and much more complicated steps. I had already met Aren's entire family, but he still needed to meet my Grandma, and I knew that this part could be painful… for him.

She raised her voice too. "You didn't hurt me, Casey. You didn't offend me. You have done nothing wrong, but you should leave this house! You're not part of it now!" He answered. She furrowed her eyebrows. "I couldn't even understand you! We're married, right? You're my husband and I'm your wife. Why do you want me to leave this house?" Casey asked him once again. He gave her a murderous glance. "We're not married! You're not my wife, Casey! I had no wife since the beginning! I'm fucking single! We're not married!" He announced.

I reminisced about the happy times we spent together. We had been together for five years. During those five years, I did everything I could to treat her well. I never allowed her to suffer, even for a little bit. Despite that, what did that bring me in the end? All I received in return was my fiancée getting married to another man on the day of my father's funeral. I knew something was wrong the day Zack returned to the country. Helen did not come home that night. When she finally did, there were love bites on her.

"This thing with Uncle Quentin—it's just to make me jealous, right? You did it 'cause you still love me. I know it." The look in his eyes made my skin crawl. I stayed calm, pulled the marriage certificate from my bag, and opened it. "Shane, Quentin and I are ACTUALLY married. Straight from the office—see the seal? It's legit." His face went pale. Hands shaking. "Why? I'm not even married yet—how could you be so cold and marry someone else first?" I stared at him. "I don't owe you anything. My life doesn't orbit around you. It's over. From now on, we're just relatives. That's it."

Short, rushed, almost meaningless. “I…” My voice barely came out. “I did get married.” Samuel waited, his face full of questions. “But I don’t even know her,” I continued softly. Samuel’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?” I took a deep breath, trying to form a comprehensible sentence. “That day I only met her once. On the wedding day. Everything was like a blur. I sat on the altar, I heard the promises, but I didn’t recognize the person sitting next to me. And after that… she disappeared. I don’t even know where she is now.”

Of course, I am their baby, and I love being their baby even though we were all born in the same year. I am still the baby of the group. “We are both going to be married soon. Ricky and I are going to be married by Christmas. When do you plan to marry?” Nora asked me, and I smiled. “No plans yet, but definitely not this year because I don’t want to be married twice in the same year.” I told them. “That doesn’t count! That bastard is a jerk, and that shit was annulled, which means it legally didn’t happen.” I smiled. She was right. An annulment basically means it never happened.

Sophie said, raising her glass. "I'm not single yet," Anne said. "Technically." "Your father called off the engagement. You're single. Drink." The tequila burned going down. Sophie ordered two more and by the third shot, Anne felt lighter. They moved to the dance floor. The music pounded through Anne's chest. Sophie danced beside her, laughing and free. They danced for an hour before Sophie's phone rang. Sophie checked the screen and her face changed. "I have to take this," she shouted over the music.

I know about her long time boyfriend Gerald Holmes, who had proposed to her three times but she refused and he also refused to let her go, we all attended the same college and I had gotten married a year after school, Gerald had proposed to her the first time on my wedding day but she turned him down and two years into my marriage, he proposed to her again but the answer was the same. I on the other hand, was having issues of my own, I have been married for two years but have not gotten pregnant, three years later, making it five years into marriage, I still hadn't gotten pregnant and Gerald proposed to Eunice the day she told me she was pregnant, I thought she will accept but she still refu

Aaron asked her conversationally as Owen left the room. “Yes,” she flushed under his scrutiny. “I haven’t sung with them before. Owen just sort of dragged me into it today.” “You were engaged to get married? You and Owen?” She flinched. “Yes.” “I am sorry about that,” he sighed. “I have been married twice myself. Not inclined to do it again. You think getting married is the hard part until you are married, and then you think being married is hard, until you are getting divorced, and then you realise the whole institution is just f-ked up, until you fall in love again,” he grinned, and she understood how it was that he had come to be married twice.