The Fifth Year Of Marriage To Him Novels & Stories

It has been a week of us not seeing each other and we should not let things like this get in our way. ''Thank you,'' He pecks onto my temple. The first five years are going to be hard especially for us. Our marriage was forced upon us even though we've finally found our ways to each other but it will never be the same—my point is, we end up knowing one another after marriage, it's slightly different. ''Now, how's our baby?'' Emery looks straight into my eyes as he cups onto my face before smiling. My lips curve up into a smile as I let out a laughter, ''Our baby is fine—how's the baby daddy?'' I ask.

In these last five years , I've been supporting him, i felt his pain as my own, i reached his fractured heart and pull out all of the love he buried deep inside , I kissed every inch of his skin felt his brokenness against mine, like if we held each other hard enough something within each of us would finally heal. After five years of understanding each other, knowing each other. We married on June 7 th. The day where Alexander and I accidentally met on the road. My parents were not agreed at first, but Alexander won their hearts . Amanda married to her love life pal Collins, they had a baby girl, they settled I'm Scotland. Alexander and pal are old friends, after our marriage they become clo

he continues, his voice dropping lower. I swallow hard, my heart thudding loudly against my chest. “This has never happened before,” he adds, almost as if to himself. “I always spend at least two weeks dedicated to my newly wedded wife after the wedding.” My breath hitches, his words leaving me frozen. His ‘always’ reverberates in my mind, reminding me of the fact that I’m his fifth wife. ‘This is just a routine for him.’ “Now, leaving you all alone in that mansion to your own free will, it’s so wrong…” He trails off, his tone darkening. “You must love it, right?”

FIVE YEARS AGO Tonight, I wouldn't hold back. I had been studying him for days since I first saw him on our dimly lit patio. I had yet to see his face, but I saw his broad shoulders, fine narrow waist in a crisp black shirt that hugged his body not too tightly but was enough to show the fine bulge of his muscles, and I knew it was him immediately, my husband. The man who had kept himself hidden from me from the beginning of our two fucked-up years of marriage.

“Shut up.” I laughed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against me. “Good morning, Mrs. Dawson.” She peeked at me through one eye, pouting. “My legs hurt.” I grinned. “You should’ve thought about that before marrying me.” It’s been five years since I married the love of my life. Five years since I stood at that altar, watching Eloise walk down the aisle, knowing with every fiber of my being that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

You guys have history. " She's in the past now. I wanted to talk to you about something." He said pinching the bridge of his nose. " What's that?" " We are getting married." My eyes widened, horrified at the statement he just made. " There is no way that is happening, I didn't agree to that." " Yes, you agreed to be mine for five years and don't forget you owe me." His dominant aura filled the room. " Yes but not get fucking married to you."

He confirmed in the affirmative and I slid my documents to him, as he passed his to me too. There was a charm a possessed that I had instantly fallen for. We were silent for a while as we went through what we both wanted and it seemed he was satisfied. I was perfectly okay with his conditions and I believed everything would be just fine. "I take it we are good to go," he said and I nodded. Everything seemed perfect. There was no issue and after five years, if the marriage isn't working out, we call it quits. That's enough for my dad to get back on his feet.

I asked, curious to know what was on his mind. He said nothing at first. When I finally gave up and pulled on the car handle, he cleared his throat. “You said you’ve been married again for two years. How is it that you have a five year old child?”

"I was already in love with Lydia during our university days. In fact, I fell for her even earlier than you did. But everyone fell for you when you showed up, including Lydia." His eyes darkened before he continued, "I knew that the party from eight years ago was my only chance. When she got pregnant, I told her that I would expose what she did to the world if she aborted the child. "She truly loves you, so she was terrified about the truth coming to light. Coincidentally, you were away on a business trip for a year." He barked out a self-deprecating laugh and said, "It's actually really easy to deal with a woman. You just have to control her weak point."

“Because standing stiff behind a pillar, breath caught in your throat, totally screams confidence” I tried to suppress a smile, but it slipped. “Stop it, Ethan” “You stop it.” He stepped closer, lowering his tone just a little. “You haven’t changed one bit. Still stubborn as ever” I scoffed, shaking my head. “And you’re still annoying as ever” “Well, it’s good to see you,” he said sincerely. “It’s been... what? Five years?” “Six,” I corrected. “Six long, quiet years” “And now here you are,” he said, glancing back toward the meeting hall, “married to your first love. Life works in funny ways, huh?”