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"And my marriage has been difficult. Not because my husband is a bad person. But because we stopped choosing each other. We stopped doing the work. We just existed together out of habit and obligation." She pauses. "I read your book," she continues. "Not the whole thing yet. But I read enough. And I understood something I didn't understand before. I understood that the difficulty isn't a sign that we should leave. The difficulty is the sign that we need to do more work. That we need to choose more consciously." Tears are streaming down her face. "Your book saved my marriage," she says. "Because it showed me that love is supposed to be work. That choosing someone is supposed to be hard someti

And now, things had moved from bad to worst for my best friend, because bad wanted to marry the girl. It was just so fucked up and unbelievable. Barry and Jordan were like the perfect couple before. Everything was going so smooth for them that I was even envious. Longed to have that kind of a relationship with someone. Precisely Alex. And now, the tables were being turned for me to know that no marriage was perfect. Because everyone do have their ups and downs in their marriages. And I was taught never to envy someone's marriage because I didn't know what the couples were facing on the inside. People always wanted to make people feel like things were perfect for them. While on the inside, so

Brian said, "Nothing's ever perfect. Like, Nessa's always after me about leaving my workout stuff around the house. Stuff like that." "Oh," I said, "Oh yes. Of course. That's being married." "Exactly," Brian said, "There are things that you want. That she wants. Things that you'd change about the other person, if you could. See, some people look at marriage as an ending. Happily ever after, right? But I see it as a beginning, the start of becoming your best self."

“You hide the bruises, but we can still see them, hermana. Everyone can.” “Stop it,” Mom whispers. “You should have left him years ago.” “I couldn’t.” Catalina laughs bitterly. “You mean you wouldn’t.” Silence drops heavy between them. I can hear the ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the city outside. Then Mom’s voice comes, barely above a whisper. “Not everyone gets a perfect marriage like you, Catalina. With your perfect husband and your perfect children.” Catalina’s face changes, something sharp flickers through her expression. She leans forward slowly. “There’s no such thing as a perfect marriage,” she says. Her voice is calm now, too calm. “But my husband knows one thing.”

“I’m nervous about the spectacle. The ceremony. Having to stand in front of hundreds of people and perform emotions I’d rather keep private. But marrying you? That’s the easy part. That’s the only part I’m completely certain about.” “What if I’m terrible at being your wife?” “Impossible. You’re already perfect at being my partner.” “I’m serious. What if I don’t know how to do this? How to be married to someone like you? Someone with your world, your responsibilities, your family?” “Then we figure it out together. Diana, there’s no manual for this. No rulebook. We’re writing our own story. Making our own rules. And if we make mistakes, we fix them. Together.”

His deep, mysterious eyes flickered with an emotion I couldn't quite place. He stood there, speechless for what felt like forever. I stared at his face, so close to mine, and found myself lost in thought. He was undeniably handsome—he had strong features but not harsh, with an aura of quiet intensity. Yet, even facing such a breathtaking man, I felt nothing. "Noah, our marriage was always about business. There's no need to overthink it. "I've known about you and Lillian for a while now. You know what you should and shouldn't do. Grandpa cares a lot about the Brookes' reputation."

"You're a charming servant, Ethan. I don't think I have laughed like this in a while." Ethan's shoulders rose and fell into a gentle roll, his smile growing wider as he stood up from the chair. He sat on the sofa opposite Elena's, his gaze still fixed on her. Elena reached into her bag and pulled out a document. She dropped it onto the table in front of Ethan, the pages rustling softly as they landed."Read this "Elena's words came out crisp and clear. Ethan read through the document, his face changed from curiosity to surprise. A slow smile spread across his face as he looked up at Elena."You want a contract marriage with me."

She let him see her worst side—the spoiled, crazy, and all the silly things she had hidden behind her perfection and beauty all this time. "Again, marriage is a sacred relationship. All sacred things must be based on love and acceptance. Therefore, before this marriage begins, if anyone objects to this marriage, you can speak now or remain silent forever." Silence once again filled the church. No one objected, and this time, Cheryl hoped that no one would object to their marriage.

She made quite an appearance and people couldn't stop talking about the bride, Elora's mom was too happy to see her daughter married to care about the look people sent her way, Dr Walker, though he was happy for his friend, he was surprised he was getting married, to a human at that, They exchanged rings and vowed to support, love and cherish one another for the rest of their lives, Elora vowed silently to show him so much love that he'll never feel sad again. when it was time for the couples to kiss, Elora did another weird thing by kissing Nicholas and not letting him go for another 10 minutes, the guests were too happy to object. As soon as Elora let go of him, Nicholas glared at her, but

She signaled to the housekeeper, who brought over a small pot of soup and set it beside Melvin. “This soup’s been simmering for two hours,” the housekeeper said, speaking a little louder. “Why don’t you serve a bowl for Miss Sachs?” Melvin blinked, as if waking up from a daze. He glanced at Quincy’s awkward expression, then picked up the ladle and poured her a bowl of soup. “Here,” he said. “Please have some.” Quincy blushed and gave a soft, polite thank you. Mrs. Sanders looked pleased. She already saw them as a perfect match. The Sachs family wasn’t just powerful. They were exactly the kind of allies the Sanders family needed. With this marriage, a Sanders and Sachs alliance might even sur