The Perfect Marriage Synopsis Novels & Stories

And Chadwick think that he, Chadwick McElroy, is one of them. When he had my heart broken from Isa, he already gave up his dream of marrying someone he really loves. He was a 31 year-old man, who's too busy to fall in love again. Thus, he didn't go up against his father's idea to set him up in a marriage with business purposes. And so... Adira and him got married. Adira is a cool and independent woman in work. Chadwick, therefore, thought that after their marriage, they can still go in parted ways; without bothering, caring or talking much at each other. However…

Clara added, lifting her gaze to Monalisa, whose brows knitted a little in surprise after she heard what Clara said. Clara saw the expression on her face and knew she had gotten her attention. “I am not working with Hamilton, I was captured on my way home from work and brought here some years ago against my will, I was even going to get married, you know,” Clara said and lowered her eyes to the engagement ring that was on her finger, the memory of the night her fiancé, Maven, engaged her flashing in her memory. Clara shot her eyes briefly, feeling the pain of separating from her fiancé again. Monalisa saw her reaction and the way she robbed her fingers against the ring and knew that she was

“How’s Marrisa, by the way?” “Much happier now that we’re separated,” he laughs. “Living in the city never really suited her. She’s gone back home.” “I see,” I’m not sure what to say. Their marriage looked perfect on TV and in the magazines. But I know as well as anyone that perfection is an unattainable illusion.

Standing together in each other's arms, I felt certain our love would last forever. Looking at Adrian with a bit of mischief, I went on, "Actually, I will marry you, but the contract is for a one year marriage. Okay?" His expression fell, and he shook his head emphatically as if to say no. "No, Jenny, I want a lifetime marriage," was his firm response.

, he replies kissing me on my forehead. Some people will say that arranged marriages don't work. They do when both the husband and wife are in it together. If they want to work the marriage out. No marriage is perfect. There's no such thing as a perfect marriage or even perfect kids. Perfection isn't real. "But I am worried about Azaan. He hasn't been himself ever since Faryal's wedding to Fahd", I explain to Aayan. "Maybe there was something going on between them....."

"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!"

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

He took both my hands and looked at me like I was the only person in the world. “Emma,” he started, voice low and steady. “I stood at that altar months ago thinking I was marrying the wrong woman. I was cold. Angry. Scared. But you… you walked down that aisle and changed everything. You taught me how to trust again. How to love. How to fight for something real.” Tears filled my eyes. “I don’t want a perfect marriage,” he continued. “I want our marriage. The messy one. The one where we fight and make up. The one where you paint angry pictures and I finish them with gold. The one where we make babies and face the world together.”

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

Even now, I was staring at the wall thinking of answers of the one question that had been eating me alive. Where did I go wrong? I had been always trying to be the perfect wife for him, just like he needed. No tantrums, no disturbance, no sweet talks. I managed his schedules, his diet plan, his itinerary perfectly, no mistakes, no error. He hated mistakes, he was a perfectionist, my perfect husband. Till yesterday, I thought I was perfect for him, I thought I was what he needed. Even if I had to murder my inner romance craving girl for that, I was happy. Guess what? My entire life had been a lie. Our marriage had been a lie.