The Marriage Act Novels & Stories

THE WORD marriage was a big word for me. If ever you’ll enter into the sacrament of marriage, you must be ready for the lifetime commitment because marriage wasn’t just a stage of life where you wanted to marry someone at first then if you get tired, you’ll leave him or her. In the stage of marriage, there was no room for playing. People weren’t playing at this stage. Before two people enter this stage, you two must be very sure that you love each other and that both are willing to enter into a lifetime commitment. Being married to someone was the starting point where you will be building a family with your partner.

"Good afternoon, we are here to join Harry and Alexandra in marriage. First, I will read the marriage certificate: at 3 PM on Friday, June 2022, Harry Green and Alexandra Morin appear, with the intention of entering into civil marriage under the authorization of file number 9030091881. I want to note that all legal options for the celebration of this civil marriage have been fulfilled, and no impediment or obstacle has been presented or reported at the substitute hearing of edicts." Spouses must respect and assist each other, and act in the interest of the family. They are obligated to live together, be faithful to each other, and provide mutual support. They must share domestic responsibili

However, those words were jokes. She had already had a failed marriage, so she took her second marriage more seriously. How could she be that casual or reckless? As long as they registered their marriage, she would be Kingsley's wife legally. So it wouldn't change anything whether they had a wedding or not. From the moment of registration, they became a couple. It didn't matter whether they had a wedding or not. If she really wanted to test him, she wouldn't have agreed to his proposal. Nor would she have agreed to register their marriage. She wasn't a fool. No one would test their partner's character after registering the marriage.

“Guess what? The rules for the couple reward have changed!” My heart skips. “What do you mean?” I ask carefully. “Now you don’t need all those documents anymore,” she says, leaning in. “No marriage certificate, no long process with the registration. Just your names and your partner’s name. That’s it.” I freeze. My mind goes blank for a second. “What?” “Yes.” She nods excitedly. This should make things easier. At least I won’t have to hear Felix talking about us getting remarried. But still it doesn’t.

"You wanted the wedding to take place tomorrow, right? But you made her sick. Never mind, I'll organize the wedding. You'd better shut up and accept it." "But, Mom--" "There's no buts. You must obey me. Because I don't want this to happen again." Arthur just sat there. He was wrong for making Milly sick, but the effect had gone this far. Maybe his mother would invite some important guests and this would make his wedding plans even more chaotic. He only wanted a blessing, no party. But if her mother organizes it, it will definitely be more than that. Even though this marriage is only for a contract, but if it's like this, what should be done to keep the marriage simple and hidden?

I took my pen and asterisked the ones that I thought were crazy. Clause 1.6 under the section titled nature of marriage- The Parties further acknowledge that romantic affection is not a prerequisite to the validity of this union I scoffed loudly. Of course he will have that drafted in. It's not like I was going to fall in love with him either ways. I'd rather die than fall in love with him. I kept asterisking more clauses, and I kept going until I got to clause 9. Clause 9:1: This Agreement shall remain in force for a minimum period of 10 years from the date of marriage.

she hurriedly ran down the stairs. I sighed and closed the door gently. Arthur Madrigal is my jerk stepfather. He married my mom when I was eighteen years old. My biological father died in an accident when I was sixteen. I don't get why mom got married to a two-faced jerk. When mom asked me if it was okay if she remarries again, at first, I was mad at her because how can she forget dad that easily? Then after that, I realize that mom was lonely for two years and I have to let go, so, I agreed with her the second time she asked me.

I asked, presuming the worst. "No," he said, amusement audible in his voice. "We have… a different type of work to do." "Like what?" My mind restlessly processed through the issues I might have forgotten about. "Our wedding." He chuckled. "Oh…" Was it weird that I stopped thinking about the fact that we needed to actually get married to become husband and wife? Contractual married looked a whole lot simpler in romances and dramas. Two people went to the registry office, signed papers, got their stamps, and were married. Aren needed proof that our relationship was genuine, although I still wasn't sure how far he was willing to go to prove that. Luckily, we had no problems with our intimacy an

“Please sign.” Elena’s hand shook slightly as she lifted the pen, her mind racing with the weight of the lie she had built around this act. Signing her name was more than ink on paper; it was a commitment, a binding tether. Her signature was firm, deliberate, forced into a shape of confidence she did not fully feel. Adrian signed his as well, his expression unreadable, though she thought she saw the faintest flicker of approval in his eyes. It was done. In a legal sense, they were married. The reality of it hit her like a quiet wave, leaving her stunned. Two names, one union, endless complications, and a fragile truth hidden beneath layers of deception.

"You don't have to say that, Aidan. I let you go that day." "Ace, you can break up with him if you want." Aidan grabbed both of my hands that were on the table. "One of the grounds for divorce from marriage is vitiation of consent, which includes obtaining consent by force, intimidation, or undue influence." "I know." I gently pulled my hand and placed it on my tight below the table. "But I want to stay as his wife." Aidan's hopeful face suddenly turned into despair. "But I thought you didn't love him."