Three Marriages Novels & Stories

He couldn't help but ask, "Hey, man, is this your first time getting married?" Daniel nodded. He replied, "Yeah, it is." The man chuckled. He reassured him, "Don't worry. It's just signing forms, reciting vows, confirming the details, then you will get the certificate. It's pretty easy." Daniel was puzzled, so he asked, "You've done this before?" The man replied proudly, "This is my third marriage." Daniel was stunned. Sienna overheard the conversation. She curiously glanced at the man next to them.

It was intimidating. "This is our marriage agreement," he began, sliding a single, crisp piece of paper toward me across the mahogany coffee table. "It will only last for three months because that was our deal. I am a man of my word. After it expires, you have two choices: you can either divorce me and take a settlement, or we can get remarried formally in front of the world. I’ve already drafted the rules for our marriage to ensure things run smoothly."

And then silence returned, heavier than before. I turned my back to him and buried my face in the pillow. Only then did the tears I’d been holding back finally fall. Another night, another silence. I should have just followed my parents’ wishes. I shouldn't have insisted. It shouldn't have ended like this... a marriage without a name. I woke up around four in the morning. I cooked his favorite American breakfast and asked Belen to serve it before I went back to bed. When I opened my eyes again, it was 6:30. He was gone.

"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."

My fists were clenched into the bedding, and the room was silent except for my anguished cries and the soft rustle of the bed sheet. Still in tears, I reached out blindly for my phone. My fingers trembled as I typed very fast into the keyboard. Lysander Slade. I was shaking so much when the search results loaded. I just pray it wasn't the same man. 'Three wives married by a man, all die after the wedding night.' ‘For the past five years, he is rumored to have married three wives with each of them passing away after their marriage night. Their deaths are still a mystery to all.’

"... Whether you agree with me and my life choices or not, this is the reality. I live as... as... one corner of a Triad..." She huffs. "The Love Triangle the oldest story in the book, isn't it. And it always ends badly for someone." "That's true, yes. But the reason for that is that traditionally, there was always the implication... the assumption... that a marriage is made up of only two people. That to have any third party must involve betrayal at some level. That there had to be a loser... "Georgie, that doesn't apply here. Charlotte, Michael and I, the Three of us, entered this marriage with our eyes open and in full agreement that we are happy to live this way."

He out of everyone else should be knowing of what the consequences a human has to face after they fail the marriage trials. "Hmm. I have thought about it and I have come to make a decision." He still does not look at me, which is very unusual of the man who looks down on everyone. "Okay. Um, please tell me what it is." I guess it's too dramatic but I believe I have to be very polite to survive. I hate this life! "Yes. You already are well aware that our marriage is not possible." I nod my head. "But you will be facing consequences if you don't get married to someone."

I needed to get him to talk about his friend Azek. “Am sorry, can I buy you a drink?” I said to him trying to stop him from leaving. He was reluctant at first, but I persuaded him her agree reluctantly. “So what brought you here today” I asked him trying to start a conversation and get him talking. “I am in love with someone who is married and is not interested in me, I am also in a relationship with someone who lives me selflessly, but I can't bring myself to love her the same way. My heart is stuck with the married lady I keep dreaming about. And it's driving me crazy" he explained.

Something that honored who I actually was instead of asking me to be smaller, quieter, more accommodating. The third wedding had given me everything. Not just a husband, but a partner. Not just a marriage, but a true partnership. Not just a happy ending, but a happy beginning. And I was ready for whatever came next. Together. Always together. THE END

immediately defined our respective statuses. Jessica, standing beside him, not only offered no explanation but instead glared at me with a threatening look. I understood immediately. It was a look that told me to shut up. During the three years that we had been together, the only time the usually mild-mannered Jessica got truly angry was when she gave me that look. I instinctively fell silent. In the next moment, I laughed self-deprecatingly. My fiancee, my venue, my wedding time—my wife was marrying someone else without a word of explanation. Why should I keep quiet?