The Meaning Of Marriage Audiobook Novelas e Histórias

He's now Emily and James's son. Apparently, they grew a liking toward him. "You see my mom and dad got married by contract." Aria advertised with a smile on her face. Charlotte nodded. "Yep. I've definitely heard that before." Aria chuckled. "I know, but now I'm happy that their marriage is real. At first, the contract thing confused me, you know? Especially after learning that contracts expire. I can't believe I get to watch." She beamed, then looked at her parents' happy faces.

she annoyingly shrieked. "Come on, Hailey, my daughter, stop fantasizing about him. He's married now, okay? Just accept it," a big white man said with tobacco in his mouth, and he coolly sat down closer to his daughter. "I know something is off, Dad. I'm telling you. I never saw that woman with him for so many years I followed him so, how could he marry her? I can smell something fishy is going on," she mentioned with her intuition about the girl that Grey married.

I wished time could halt, granting us an eternity of joyous moments. When she hid, I sought. I vowed never to let her slip away again, not in this life or a million, billion, or gazillion years. My love for Aceia and our kids ran deep, and I pledged to give them everything the world had to offer. In this moment, the marriage that started as a deal had finally transformed into a union of genuine love.

Anything and everything, we never ran out of topics—celebrities, the fashion industry, music, business, school gossip, until we ended up discussing love. "Maybe that's how it is," I said, looking into the distance, as our conversation shifted to loveless marriages—those unions where people come together for money, convenience, or status but lack love, like mine with Adam. "What do you think?" I asked, looking at her. "Is that how you see it?" I nodded. "Why? So, you don't believe there's someone out there meant for you?" I laughed at her statement. "That's bullshit, Kyra. I thought you learned that by now."

"Willow, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Out of nowhere, my nose started to sting and my eyes welled up with tears. I never imagined I would meet someone who looked at me like I was their whole world. And I certainly never thought that an arranged marriage would lead me to somewhere I felt safe and loved instead of completely miserable. When the officiant asked if I was willing to marry Nathan, I didn't hesitate. I nodded and said yes. The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!"

"Like someone broke something inside." Daddy pulled me onto his lap, and I could feel his heart beating really fast. "Emma, what did you hear Mommy say?" I thought hard because grown-ups always want you to remember exactly. "She said 'I can't marry you, James' and then she said 'but what about Emma?' and then she started crying too." Daddy got really still, like when we played with statues in the garden. "Daddy, what does marriage mean?" He was quiet for a long time. Then he said, "When two people love each other very much, they have a wedding and promise to be together forever."

His wife had baggage. Something he didn't want to handle. To him, marriage didn't mean slaying other's demons and fighting their wars. He didn't sign up to be Keerthi's therapist. He was her husband. Though he knew a couple should fight each other's battles,he didn't think he was cut out for such a role,not when he didn't even have an opinion on their marriage yet. For him, marriage was simple,good friends always having each other's back with a lot of sex.

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

He took a deep breath and explained, "I never wanted to divorce Clara. In my heart, she has always been my only wife—" "You didn’t want to?" Marcus Calderon, my father’s voice came from the living room, heavy with unquestionable authority. He sat in the main seat, his expression terrifyingly severe. "But Clara did. She has no obligation to suffer for you." Luca’s body trembled slightly. His hands clenched around the gift bags at his sides. He lifted his head, his gaze passing over Mom and me, locking onto Dad in the living room, his eyes full of pleading.