The Marriage Counsellor Novels & Stories

He moves my hair to the side and place a kiss at the back of my neck. "Olivia?" "Yes?" "I booked an appointment with a marriage counsellor for tomorrow at nine in the morning." He informs and my thumb stops drawing circles on his hand. "Please say something?" His voice begs. I honestly don't know what to think or say. "I really don't know what to say, I’m not really the kind of person to open up about what I'm feeling to other people," I say and continue to draw circles on his hand. "I know, love. Which is why I booked us this appointment, I want us to be able to communicate better about our feelings and for you to talk about everything that happened to you." He turns me around so that I am

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.

I said pushing her hand off my stomach. “I see, first fight after your marriage is normal…”she started I shook my head, “what do you mean? That Harris and I are fighting?” I asked, she nodded, I looked away, “WE HAVE WORK” I greeted my teeth, she stood, and walked back to her desk. “okay, I’ll just give you this piece of advice, every marriage has its ups and downs” she said with a sad smile, I looked away, but we are not married. I love him, while he can’t! And never will!

If he had known that the garden would be so bleak in winter, he would have planted evergreen plants instead. The garden without its mistress seemed even more deserted. Jay wandered around the courtyard for a while, bored. He returned to the study to call Grayson. "I need a senior counselor!" On the phone, Grayson was so startled that his chin almost fell to the ground. "Mr. Ares, counselors are divided into several different types such as parent-child relationships, marriage, couples... Which specialty are you looking for?" "Marriage!" Grayson swallowed his saliva. The president had only just gotten married, but there was already a crack in his relationship. This news was really huge and sho

, Ryan scoffed and unfortunately, the rest of the people in the class got to hear it. Oh, God! The counselor cringed and waved it aside and resumed with what she was saying. "Um...so, like I was saying, I strongly advise against s3x before marriage. I mean, what if you two break up and don't end up together? You need to keep your dignity for your Mr Right. "But, when you're married, of course,,it becomes the sweetest ingredient". Oh, God! Please, please. Can somebody tell her to skip this part?

I looked away from Adrien and swallowed. Linda was the name of our marriage counselor, and she had just witnessed our first interaction. “Trust has been broken. There is also deep-seated resentment. A lot for us to work through.” She looked at us with a nonjudgmental gaze, like she saw this sort of thing all the time, a woman working past her husband’s infidelity.

I know better than to disturb him talking so I just let him finish his speech. "Your cousin is no better than you. I know how he squanders money. I knew if I said I will give him your inheritance you will freaked out and do the right thing. See how you are now, a man among man and a good husband. Cherish and love your wife, he who finds a wife, finds a good thing my son. It's not always going to be perfect but you will cherish every moment of it." I nodded in agreement. "Now that's not why you are here to have marriage counselling," he said and we both laughed. "I have a serious matter to discuss with you today, " he said it as he opened his drawers to look for something.

He sat on the chair beside Danica while Pastor Lawson counselled them. "I am pleased that the two of you took this decision. Marriage is beyond the bliss portrayed by movie stars in luxury gowns and all. Marriage is a covenant between two people. It doesn't matter how you are clothed or where it's done but what is in your heart. It has to be true and never broken."

As a way to protect her? It didn’t make sense. Why would he not tell her? Novaris’ legal team responded efficiently, just as anyone with a brain would have expected. "What do you say to the claim that Novaris interfered in a private marriage?" "Novaris Holdings is a corporation. We build infrastructure, develop technology, and employ over thirty thousand people. We are not in the marriage counselling industry." "Mr Connard-Rutherford says his wife left him for Theodore Banks." "Respectfully, that would appear to be a question for Mrs Connard-Rutherford rather than Novaris Holdings."

“Have a seat. Someone will assist you shortly.” I took the papers and sat where she pointed. My fingers trembled as I scanned the document—names, dates, reasons. Irreconcilable differences. The words felt small compared to the devastation they represented. A woman in her late forties approached me moments later, her expression professional but kind. “Mrs. Blackwood?” “Yes,” I confirmed. A name that will no longer be mine soon. “I’m Counselor Harris,” she said, taking the seat across from me. “Before we proceed, it’s standard for us to ask a few questions. How long have you been married?”