Three Marriages Novels & Stories

The Uber drove off. I was left standing on the driveway. I had one suitcase with me. I still felt bad, about another thing that had not worked out. My moms message was usual. It said: Come stay with us, baby. Derek’s cool. He’s loaded. No more crashing on friends’ couches. Four marriages. This one was sealed in Vegas after two weeks. I’d stopped lecturing her after husband number three. Her life, her chaos. Now I just need a roof that does not leak and a bed that is all mine.

"That was before. When he was still single. It's a different story now. Ethan must be confused and stressed about which wife to take with him." Ethan had to admit that what Evan said was true. Before marriage, he indeed enjoyed traveling from one country to another. His hobby paused when he married Flora and had to focus on her condition. And now, when there's an opportunity to travel, Ethan has to think twice. Since he now has two wives, both of them should go with him. It's impossible to leave one of them behind. "For now, I think it's best not to travel anywhere. Besides a busy practice and surgery schedule, I also have no experience on how to take two wives on a long trip."

“But unfortunately, Vivian, your husband has already gone too far into my world for you to pull him back.” Vivian stood up, positioning herself protectively in front of me. “Get out of here, Davian! This is my room and my husband!” Davian laughed, the sound scraping like metal. He stepped inside without the slightest trace of guilt. “Your room? In this house, nothing truly belongs to you if I want it. Including Dewangga.” Davian looked at me, his eyes locking onto mine, reminding me of every forbidden moment we had shared. “Dewangga,” he said slowly, “tell your wife. Do you really want to leave? Are you truly capable of living in the ‘boring happiness’ she offers… when you know that only I c

Was he really the same person who had smashed a glass bottle, held a sharp shard to his throat, and screamed until his voice tore raw? Today was supposed to be my third wedding anniversary with Charlotte. Only, calling it our third anniversary was almost laughable. If we counted from the first time we got married, then yes, it had been exactly three years. But in between, we had divorced and remarried, then divorced and remarried again. It had only been a month since our most recent wedding. Now, we were divorced again. In three short years, we had married eight times and divorced eight times. I never thought the jokes I used to see online about serial divorce couples would become my actual

1: Divorce after 5 years. - Rule No. 2: Intimacy is not allowed. - Rule No. 3: Separate rooms until divorce. - Rule No. 4: No interference in each other's private business. - Rule No. 5: No falling in love with the other party. - Rule No. 6: Angel goes with her mum after the divorce. "What part of 'I don't want to marry you' don't you understand?" I retorted, feeling overwhelmed by frustration and anger.

The next morning, Nandini opens her eyes, she look around Manik is not here then she heard door click voice and Manik come out only in a towel. She looks at him, he has a perfect physique any girl gets flat seeing him, she blushes remembering last night. Manik look at her red face, he shook his head and walk to her and said: "Nandini, we are married for three years and still you are behaving like a newlywed wife ", she hit him on the shoulder playfully. Then he leaned toward her and captured her lips and start kissing her aggressively. After breaking the kiss, he said in his husky voice: "Good morning wife ", Nandini smile. After that, she goes to the washroom.

~Both partners put in the effort~ If there's even a hint of something inappropriate going on, it's better to address it rather than let it fester. I couldn't hold back. "Sarah, it's because people don't respect boundaries. If two is company, three is a crowd, and four is out of the question if you want your marriage to last. It's just that simple. If people did that much, marriage wouldn't have half of the problems that it has these days. And speaking from experience, in the beginning, my marriage was exciting. We were younger and had more growing to do. But with work and effort, a marriage could stand the chance of lasting if people would respect it, those in and outside the marriage." I sa

Today was supposed to be our third wedding anniversary. But we had never once celebrated it. Not even enough for me to remember it. I let out a long breath and finally replied to my friend. “He doesn’t need to file for a divorce. We never got our marriage license.” “What? You’ve been married three years, and Kit never made it official?” Her shock nearly blew out my eardrum through the speaker. Yes. The wedding was three years ago, and he had called off registering our marriage seventeen times.

Marriage was part of her plans, but there was a catch to that, Atlas wanted her for himself and was willing to go to the altar if necessary to dominate her. That was decided and would convince her. “We have three days to get to know each other, Luz, any way you want,” he said, her mouth dropped open. Atlas already knew everything about her, every word in her diary was in her mind. “You can’t but use this excuse that we don’t know each other.” “What if after meeting you I still don’t want to marry you?” she asked, marriage was a step too far. In three days it was impossible to know someone, at least as they are. Atlas showed a sideways smile. "Stay where you are!"

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in