The Perfect Marriage Novels & Stories

I said, trying to keep my voice even, “I need the house to stay calm. The staff work hard. Let’s not make things difficult for them.” She looked up and gave me one of her practiced smiles. “Of course, darling. I was just trying to help. You know I only want what is best for us.” She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “We are going to be married soon. This is our home now. I want it to be perfect.” I nodded, but the discomfort stayed in my chest. Perfect. That word kept coming up more and more. Victoria wanted everything perfect, the meals, the decor, the way people spoke to her.

she wrote, doubting whether I was telling the truth. Glancing at Rowan, who kept his gaze on the road, I lowered my phone screen and captured a short video of his well-defined profile. *Yeah. Have a look. We are on our way to the marriage registry. Though he says it’s only a contract marriage. We will be married on paper for two years,* I briefed Mary. She shrieked digitally, sending me shocked emojis. *True. I will chat with you later. We have arrived at the marriage registry,* I informed Mary.

“I'm not saying I want to. I'm saying I want you to know that I won't marry you because everyone expects me to.” My throat tightened. “And I won't marry you because I already said yes.” He smiled. “I know.” “I'll marry you because I choose you.” His expression softened. “And I'll choose you every time.” That was when I understood. We didn't need a perfect wedding. We needed a marriage strong enough to survive imperfect days. So we went back downstairs. We didn't shout. We didn't threaten. We simply told everyone the truth. This was our marriage. Our decision. Our life.

Why was I just sitting here while my wife was betraying me? I looked into the room. My wife's mother had given us an antique vanity whose mirror was no longer attached as firmly as it should have been and it tilted slightly downward. I thought absently about how I was supposed to have fixed it some time ago ... but now I was happy and yet sad that I hadn't. It afforded me a view of the bed; it let me watch my wife and her lover. Her wailing was increasing. My wife was not a quiet lover; her passion started as low moans, almost growls, that kept rising in volume and pitch until her climax. I could tell she was near, could hear her wailing rising to a fever pitch.

Amari My marriage has taken a very different path from what I thought it would be. I am so in love with my husband, it is becoming hard to hide it. Everyone is telling me that I am glowing. Growing up I had fantasies about how my first time would be, but it was nothing close to what I felt. I completely lose myself when my husband touches me. I can’t stop screaming his name and he loves it. Waking up in his arms and the love reflected in his eyes when he looks at me is complete bliss.

Why does he seem so indifferent? She clenched her pen tightly, unsure how to respond, but knowing she had no other options. Taking a deep breath, Bianca pushed her doubts aside and completed her paperwork. The room was silent, except for the scratch of pens on paper. A short while later, the marriage certificates were issued. Bianca glanced at Theo, whose demeanor remained aloof, as though this entire process was just another task to check off his list. She bit her lip. Grip, tightening on the certificate. What have I just got myself into? Bianca felt a pang of sadness, but couldn't deny how surreal the moment was. For years, she had imagined marrying Edward, yet here she was married to a ma

She walked into their room… her room, and began to throw her clothes and jewelry into her bag. Would she even need them anymore? Was there even any need to pack clothes she wasn't going to wear ever again? “Leave the jewelry… that's the tradition. The new wife gets them, you know,” Alfred said, leaning on the doorpost. “But these were bought with my money. They are mine.” “Our money… Mary. When we got married, we became one, which means your money became mine and mine became yours. So you bought them with our money, and my new wife gets them now.”

My Perfect Abrupt Marriage Chapter 3 Dalvin’s I tapped my elbows, dazedly looking at the documents in front of me. I could read but I guess it was because of that woman who dared to stomp my feet. However I think about it, it’s just aggravating that I didn’t even scold her. Had I been too complacent or charmed? I touched my throbbing forehead, unable to accept the truth that had occurred. How many days had it been— three days since I got married but my supposedly wife is nowhere to be seen?

I gave him a glance to show how much I was presently wondering if he was in his right senses. “I don’t understand. Are you telling me every werewolf marriage out there was the perfect match? I am yet to find my mate and here I am getting married, so how about you just do your job and make it happen?” “It’s possible to get married to someone who is not your mate.” He replied. “Though the mate marriage is the perfect one, there are werewolves who get married and grow into being the right one for each other.” I scoffed. “Well, that’s definitely not us.”

A/P “A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.” – Dave Meurer