The Marriage Lie Book Novels & Stories

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

Daniel’s eyes were hollow as he murmured in a daze, “No… that’s not possible…” With just a few calm sentences, Sophie had sentenced his longing, and their entire marriage, to death. He grabbed her hand, his eyes red as if they were bleeding. “Sophie, you’re lying to me, aren’t you? How could you possibly bear to leave me? We were married for five years. When did you even go for that audition? Why would you divorce me? Why… why do I know nothing about this?” Sophie flung his hand away in fury.

“When I said that, I meant I shouldn’t have married you without laying all the cards on the table. I felt like I’d cheated you. I should have told you before the wedding…that we’d made love…that you’d told me you loved me…and that I loved you too. And when I married you, I no longer intended just to buy you time to find the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with…because I intended to let you spend the rest of it with me. You should have known all that before you married me…I should have left you with a choice. “I knew you could still choose to marry me after knowing what I really felt…and what my new conditions were. But I realized that when you were sober, you hadn’t even fi

“But my marriage had nothing to do with him.” Lora narrowed her eyes. “So you are saying you just met him and got married?” I almost smiled. “Yes,” I said again. Another lie. “As unbelievable as it sounds… yes. We met. We fell in love. And we got married.” At least I did. But she didn’t buy that. “That is a lie,” she said immediately. “I do not believe a single word coming out of your mouth.” I exhaled through my nose. Of course … she wouldn’t.

“It’s every possible question that could come up about our relationship and every solid lie to counter it. Our supposed love story and my background story are too vague and would collapse under the slightest pressure. I created a whole web of interconnected lies that would make our whole façade more credible.” “Wow!” I stared at her in awe at how prepared she was. She was really taking this marriage thing seriously. I would have been in more awe if I could understand what she had written. “Go through it and tell me what you think.” She said, flipping the book back to the first page. My eyes swept over the paper, taking in the details of the first four lines I could manage to understand, but

There is a faint tightening in his jaw when he says it, and I can't tell whether it is the idea of him being the father of my future child, or the fact that I've gotten married to him without ever having known anything about him besides his name and status. “I may be your husband now,” he says, his voice rigid, “but if I wasn’t already clear before, I do not want you. So don’t expect anything romantic from me. Do not expect any love, or loyalty. Do not expect a partner from me.” I keep my face still despite how each word stings. He is simply setting terms, as if outlining another clause from the contract. I should have expected this. He didn't want this marriage either... but there is no rea

"You what?" "I agreed." He rose and began to walk about. "You don't even like Cassandra. You two only spoke 3 times since I’ve known you and trust me, it’s a very long time.” "I don't dislike her." “It is not a reason to get married to someone.” He reasoned. "She's dying, Lucas." He ceased pacing, and stared at me. "You're doing this out of guilt." Lucas closed the gap between us and sank into the armchair. “You see this is a life long commitment , and once it begins, it will not end. Engagement. Wedding. Investors watching. Media coverage. There's no easy exit."

But I found out he didn't feel the same about me on our wedding day. Okay, to be perfectly honest with you and me. I knew he wasn't head over heels in love with me. But ladies, you know what I thought. I thought he would eventually fall in love with me because I'm sweet and love this man so much. Only if he gave our marriage a chance could we live blissfully ever after. But I had no idea how much he didn't love me and didn't want to marry me. So to envision him falling in love with me, from what I experienced at our wedding and in our marriage, it appeared it would never happen. Despite all that, we are married. So did love ever emerge to the surface? If it did make its appearance, was it du

he said quietly, "we marry each other in front of a city that thinks it's watching a business arrangement. And somewhere in the middle of that lie, I intend to make sure the only thing that's actually fake is the reason we told everyone we did it." Elena stared at him, at the folder between them, at the man who had walked into her life as a stranger holding her inheritance hostage and was somehow, impossibly, becoming the one person in this entire ordeal she trusted most. Outside, the first grey light of the morning of her wedding day was already beginning to rise.