The Marriage Counsellor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Because I know that the marriage between you two is not fake!" I shrugged and sighed. "Yes, our marriage is not fake," I admitted directly. "Now I will ask you. I am his wife right now, so where is your courage to tell me to take my husband away from me now? And which of the two of us has more rights now?" "Your marriage is only on paper! So don't expect your marriage to be real!"

I have already changed my number. It was from the PSA. FROM: +63********** Good day ma’am! Please claim your marriage certificate in our nearest office. Thank you! My eyes went wide after I have read the message I just received. Marriage certificate?! My mouth went gape open and tried to process everything inside my brain. Is this sender nuts?! He or she could have sent it wrong, right? :)

I mumbled, asking Officer Trevor closely. He nodded, "Fascinating." He smirked. "Are you a crime officer or a marriage counselor?" I asked, seeing his interest perking in our married life. He slammed his hands on the table all too abruptly that I got startled and clung onto Noah's arm. "That's it! As per the law, you can't get a divorce before 8 months but to fix your marriage, I will be making marriage counselor appointments for you both." He declared, intertwining his fingers.

“Okay, fine...whatever. Can we get back to helping you?” “I’m not the one that needs help. That’s my wife...your sister. Can we focus on that?” “Marriage is a partnership,” Dena said in her counselor’s voice...one that Race hated. It meant she was about to start talking in psychological terms and he tended to get bleary-eyed when she did that. “Anticipatory coping--”

“ That's a fucking lie! Stop lying to me!” Tania shrugged, taking some steps towards me. “ Believe what you wish,” her lips curled up further. “ But I'll make this very clear, you have nothing now…absolutely nothing.” “ W-What do you mean?” She stepped back, circling around me as she crossed her arms. “ Father's will stated that after three years of marriage, all his property would be transferred to your husband and— correct me if I'm wrong—today is your third wedding anniversary, isn't it dear sister?”

He was the only person known to this feeling. Seeing Kelvin not answering his question, Luliyah said, "But marriage is something sacred. Marriage is not something that can be used as a business proposal or contract, It's not a game." "I'm not playing around," Kelvin replied curtly. "Then why?"She asked again "I want to take responsibility for what I did last night." Kelvin replied. He only used the events of the other night as an excuse.

"I would strongly recommend that you and your husband seek couples counseling. There could be many reasons for his behavior, and a professional could help you both work through whatever issues might be present." Emmeline nodded again, feeling utterly drained. "Thank you, Doctor. I'll... I'll think about it." As she got dressed and prepared to leave, Dr. Ross handed her a card. "This is the number for an excellent marriage counselor I know. Please don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything, even if it's just to talk." Emmeline clutched the card like a lifeline as she left the clinic, stepping out into the bright afternoon sun.

"Marriage? Six months? What are you talking about Mr Fabian?" The lawyer, Mr Fabian scratched his head and looked at his client's grandson. "I'm sorry Mr Williams but Nana clearly stated it here. You can only access your trust fund when you're married and the marriage must be at least 6 months old." Victor Williams gaped and closed his eyes. 'Nana, why did you do this?' "Well I didn't know about this." Mr Fabian gave him a wan smile. "Well it's all here. There's really nothing I can do sir. I'm sorry."

Not even the press. That I’m married to him.

He is the reason why Darwin and I are having a misunderstanding right now. “I don’t believe you,” he said and lifted his thumb slowly, placing it under my chin. “Why don’t you marry me instead, Ms. Castro? I assure you that you would be in the right hands.” I stared at him firmly. I was glaring, while he was giving me a playful gaze. Jerks like him should be punched in the face, so he would know how it is so irritating to be played. My eyes ventured to the chairman’s direction and caught him watching us. I suddenly remembered that he wants me to marry Ford instead of Darwin.