The Fifth Year Of Marriage To Him Novels & Stories

No way I was backing down ever. "You've got a deal, princess." Turned to leave, but he caught my hand again. "I forgot to mention. The woman beside him is his wife of five years. They have two kids together." Now my jaw dropped. That's cheating. "You didn't say he was married!" "You didn't ask." His smile was pure triumph. "Clock's ticking, Sterling. Seventy-two hours." "You're sneaky and cruel and—" "Tick tock, tick tock..."

He always mentioned her before even asking about my day. I picked up the newspaper on his table and stared at it without reading a single word, trying to divert the conversation. I knew exactly where this would lead. “How are you feeling today?” I asked. “I’m fine. But Alejandro… it’s been five years. That girl has moved on. She’s still young, and she’ll fall in love again. Look at Nick—he already has a child. But you? You don’t want to get married. Is this how you plan to live your life?” he said.

I don't know why. He's divorced? My eyes lingered on his face because he wasn't looking up. Strangely I feel relief wash over me at the news.. “I'm sorry about that. I understand that sometimes it just doesn't click.” I said, sounding soothing. “ How long was it?” He dropped his spoon finally and cleared his throat, “ Five years.” He said, straight. But I felt the heaviness in his words and the way he looked softly at me. “Five years? Wow” I muttered. He looked young to have been in a five years marriage. I gave him a small once-over that he didn't catch. “How did it happened?” I pried.

"But..." "But what?" I pressed. "Go home to your wife, Jason. Go home to the family you built on the ashes of my heart." "I can't!" he snapped, his head snapping up. The vulnerability was gone, replaced by a frantic, selfish need. "Yes, I am married. But for the past five years... my wife has only given me girls." I stared at him, my mouth falling open slightly. The sheer audacity of his words hit me like a physical blow.

Five years of marriage. Then I saw his post. “Happy fifth anniversary to my beautiful wife. Five years with you still feels like the beginning.”I smiled without even realizing it. Today is going to be a good day,I told myself. Damian and I had been married for five years. Five years of loving him, adjusting to him, building a life around him. He had been away on a business trip for months now, and I had been counting down the days to this one. He promised he would be available just this day and I believed him.

“Don Anthony, I know you have someone special in your life. This marriage is just for family duty. Don’t worry, all I need is five years. I won’t separate you and your special someone for too long.” His brows furrowed slightly, as if he genuinely didn’t understand what I was saying. “Someone special? Five years?” “Yes. Five years. I’ll be your wife in name only. I won’t interfere with your private affairs. After five years, we can part ways, and I won’t take a single cent from you. I can sign an agreement on it.” His brows furrowed even more, and he glanced at his consigliere with a questioning look. When no one answered him, he stepped closer instead, gently pulling me into a half-embrace.

He would have reminded me that our marriage was only an agreement and that once the five years were over, we would both be free. Instead, he lowered his gaze. “When we made that agreement, I thought five years would be enough.” “Enough for what?” “Enough for me to live my life and eventually go back to the way things were before you.” My chest tightened slightly. He continued before I could respond. “I thought I could spend five years with you, raise Zuri with you, protect you, and then walk away when it was over without feeling anything.” He gave a quiet laugh, but there was no humor in it.

But before she could say anything, he continues again. "I just need you to be my wife for 5 years, and after that, I will file a divorce. You go on with your life, and so do I." She frowned a moment before she asked. "Why it's only 5 years?" "It has to be 5 years or less. Depends on the situation." "So, in the 5 years we married, do I need to do exactly as a wife should do?" "Yes... And... no. I wouldn't force you to do something you don't like."

“I am fine, baby. I don’t have any pain in any part of my body or a headache. “ I placed the glass on the top of the counter. “But you might after a few seconds.” “Why would I be in pain?” he frowned. “There is something I need to tell you.” “Another secret. Please, don’t tell me you kept something from me after five years of our marriage. If this was something new, dark, and secret from your past, I swear I am going to burn Texas this time.” There was so much stuff between us that was left unsaid. After we got married five years ago by eloping with one another and got married once again in Las Vegas, we promised not to keep any hush-hush between us.

“We’ve been together since I was fifteen. We’re a mated pair. You’ve imprinted on me. What do I have to do to prove that ten years is long enough without marriage? Do you even know what today is?” He slides his hands in his pockets and kicks his toe at the basket heaped with to-be-folded towels. “It’s Saturday,” he blurts, as if he’s got it all under control. “It’s our five- and ten-year anniversary. Ten since our first date. Five since you promised me you’d marry me as soon as you saved enough for a ring. I’m ready for the next phase of our relationship, which is marriage in front of the pack: our family and friends.”