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Dennis knelt down with one knee and held up the diamond ring in his hand. With a sincere and solemn expression, he said, "Mary, will you marry me?" Under the blessing of everyone, Mr. Peter held Mary's hand and walked on the red rose carpet to hand over his beloved daughter to Dennis and wish them happiness. The scene was filled with so much joy, and Dennis closed his eyes, then whispered, "I can't agree." Mary covered her face with her hands and said, "It's been five years. How long do you want to live like this? The doctor said I'm infertile. Do you understand? I'm infertile."

There was always this subtle look that crossed his eyes that I couldn’t read. Her fingers moved on my chest and I glanced down to look at her. “Five years, Yvette. I’m going to be married to your father for five years.” Would they be good or bad years? would just be another emotional rollercoaster ride. If he kept looking at me like how he was for the duration of our marriage, I would be in deeper shit, heart-wise than I was currently. “At least we'll have you in common, my strong little girl.” and we might not be together in the end but it brought me little consolation knowing that he would not be marrying Tami after me.

"Five years ago, I planned to marry my grandson to my best friend's granddaughter, Mr. Carter. But both my grandson and my best friend's granddaughter strongly opposed the match. We finally agreed that the marriage was just a contract on paper, one that would expire if either of them married another woman or man they loved." Grandpa Wilson was silent for a moment; he looked at Nathan, who was calmly smiling at him.

It also, she realized with a sinking heart, made perfect sense. *** 27th of January. On this day, five years ago, a couple became husband and wife. The news circulated the state, blogs, and the mouths of the public. Any tom, dick and Harry would testify to having heard of the lavish wedding of Felix Morell and Wren Austin on that certain Wednesday. A lavish and hollow affair that had been, for Wren. It was the beginning of a gilded cage. For Felix, it was an unsatisfactory transaction with satisfactory long-term returns.

A black fucking card in my hand! I never thought I’d see one of these, let more of touching it before I died. I get to have this for two years! Oh, I was screaming at the top of my lungs from joy then I ran over to him, without a flicker of thought wrapped my arms around him, and kissed his head. “You are my sweet, sweet husband!! I can even carry three children. Or four. Name it!” “Sir,” Martha walked in with an envelope in her hand whilst I froze with my arms wrapped around Greyson, my lips on his head.

" I stared into Tessa's eyes, trying to find even a flicker of guilt in her. Yet, there was nothing. Her gaze was just as clear as it had been five years ago, with only annoyance toward her so-called manager. Only I knew that the woman I met on the track was long gone. Seeing that I did not react, Tessa tugged my arm gently. "Honey, we've been together so long that we're basically an old married couple now. There's no rush to get married, right? You'll always be my husband anyway." She said the same sweet lines every time she missed an appointment.

But I don't want to stop. It took ten years to get him to kiss me. I spurred lowly in the kiss. Dang. That's so irritating! .. "MAVERICK WELLINGTON,will you have this woman, HELENA HOWELL as your wedded wife,to live together according to God's ordinance in the Holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honour her and keep her in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others,keep yourself only unto her,so long as you both shall live?"

So, I retracted it. I headed toward the door and as soon as I opened it, I heard his voice. “This isn’t your battle to win, Mr. Raymond. I’ll let you know why I’ve been married to her for five years,” I flashed a saccharine smile at him. “I’ll be looking forward to your research, Mr. Clark,”

I watched them from beside the small aisle, and for the first time, I saw a wedding without fear. No betrayal. No revenge. No scandal. Just two people who wanted to choose each other in front of witnesses. Alexander’s voice was steady as he pronounced them husband and wife, and when Joel kissed Mara, everyone clapped loudly. I clapped too, smiling. Then Alexander looked at me from where he stood. It was only one glance. But it stayed. After the ceremony, Mara insisted we join the photo. I tried to refuse, but she shook her head firmly. “Please, Ma’am,” she said. “It would mean a lot. You and Mayor look so elegant together.”

Caelen POV Five years. Half a decade since I had signed a contract to marry a stranger for money to save my dying mother. Three years since we had chosen each other for real, properly, in front of a fireplace with the contract burning to ash and a ring that said Always choose you. Three beautiful, chaotic boys who had transformed us from reluctant partners into something neither of us had known how to want until we had it. "You're sure you can handle all three?" I asked Eleanor for the fifth time, watching her arrange snacks with the calm efficiency of someone who had been managing this household's logistics for years.