Three Marriages Novels & Stories

"A triad? What's that?" "When I am married to Jenn that is a couple or dyad. When Jenn is married to Allison that is a dyad, a couple. When I am married to Jenn and Allison and Allison is married to Jenn and me that is a triad. Three people in an equilateral relationship. Each person is married to the other two, equally. Is that what you want, each of you?" "Yes!" I looked on my desk and found a calendar. I handed it to them. "We need, No. I need a wedding, a commitment ceremony. We will each wear a ring and we will know we are married, even if the state of California won't be ready for such a marriage for fifty more years. So, pick a date. I'm in."

“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.

We had so much love from our parents, and our simple way of living was enough to fill our hearts with happiness. Dad lowered his head to kiss my forehead. "We are lucky to have you, the three of you. But tell me, where're the cold feet coming from?" I wish I could tell them that it was not as simple as having cold feet. They would be shocked to know I have been married and divorced three times. If I count the timeline that I never had a recollection of, I had married four times already but ended in a tragic love affair.

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!"