Novel & Cerita The Marriage Counsellor

“Anna is her own person, so she can do whatever she likes. It is a marriage, a partnership, not ownership. And honestly, who cares? I am hopelessly in love with my wife; shouldn’t it be a good thing? I admit I overlook a lot of things, but this is our marriage, and we will do as we please as long as it works for us.” “Of course,” the mediator said, her lips tugging in a smile. “However, for the sake of a healthy relationship, I would advise you both not to overlook things that cause you pain. It’s something you need to talk about and resolve together.” The mediator was still speaking, but her words faded into the background as my gaze shifted to Davy. He was still looking at me, yet there wa

So handsome. Wait what?! What am I talking about?! "Good choice Ms. Gray." He said and clapped his hands once. He gave me a piece of paper. "Read that Ms. Gray befroe we discuss about some important matters." He said as he continued browsing something on his laptop. I looked at the paper and read it silently. Marriage Condition. Seriously? There still a condition? But on the second thought, I think this is better if we had conditions right? I mentally sighed. This day is really the worst day of my life!

She asks. I nod, “umm, I got married to someone very important, someone we all know, David Carter”. Her hand flies to her mouth in surprise, “David Carter?” She repeats, “you can’t possibly be serious, are you pulling my legs” she laughs. I show her a picture of David and I holding our marriage certificate, “it’s true, I’m really married and I’m sorry for not letting you know” I say, looking down. She remains quiet and I can tell that she’s not really happy about my decision, we haven’t really ever talked about. “So is it a love marriage?” She asks.

"What do you mean?" Katherine immediately pulled up a nearby chair and leaned toward him with unfavourable sympathy. "Since you seem to have just encountered a big problem that you could not solve by yourself, Boss, you can just tell me about your problems. I might not be a marriage counsellor or have marriage experience like you, but maybe I can help you in some ways. As a woman, I might be able to help you understand what you could say as a 'Marie's problem'."

For the first time since walking into the office. The room became completely silent. "So," the counselor said, glancing down at her notes. "How long were you together before you got married?" "A couple of months," August answered. She nodded as she scribbled something down. "And how was your physical intimacy?" Both our eyes widened. I nearly choked. The counselor smiled knowingly. "Don't worry. These are perfectly normal questions." "You should be comfortable discussing them." "I'm trying to understand why the two of you believe this marriage can't work."

I take a deep breath. "I'm thinking of dissolving our partnership, Beatrice," I get straight to the point. "As you know, I'm now a married man and even have children." "Ah, this girl has worked wonders on you, Gael!" she says without much formality. "Who would have thought that one day you'd have a beautiful family and still be smiling like a fool about it?" My smile grows considerably. "The downside is losing my best source of wealth." "Not exactly," I say evasively.

She said in disbelief and continued, “You are my boss” She looked at him for a longtime with hundreds of thoughts rushing through her mind. “How could I be in a contract marriage with this pervert? It was all so confusing. He is my boss and moreover he doesn’t love me, he only wants us to be in a contract marriage? I don’t think I can do this. Tony stood up from where he was sitting and moved closer to her, he took a document that was on the table and gave it to her, she stared at the document in her mind.

He is also very domineering, just meeting people for the first time, and already wants to marry people. “I admit you are very pretty but… You are not attractive to me but right now your worth is very great so let's get married, My personality is very fair in cooperation. If you rely on my status, you will also live very well?” He gave in and graced her to use his position to go outside. She stared at him in bewilderment, she didn't want to rely on his status but she didn't want to marry him either. “You're wrong… I don't want to rely on your status.”

i muttered, clinking my glass to his in a bitter toast. “Is that so?” He chuckled, his gaze soft and unintrusive. “Not... not all, maybe,” i admitted reluctantly. “But the kind I keep meeting? Yeah. Definitely trash.” I laughed, though there was no humor in my voice. I had been talking too much, I know, but it was as if once I start, there is no stopping. “Seven years of marriage,” i continued, shaking my head, “Gone in an instant, and for what? A spark with an old lover, my stepsister!” I looked away, focusing on the golden lights. “Turns out I was... disposable.”

" I never think about marriage, not even for a single second. It gives me goosebumps. Marrying someone is like going to prison. "I just got into a scandal, then you will just say that I need to marry someone? Dad, marriage is not a joke; you can't just say it like it's not a big deal! It's my life that will be ruined if I just marry someone that I don't even love," I said, and I was about to walk away from my father, but I heard him talk again.