Three Marriages Novels & Stories

They both exchanged a glance, both of them looking a bit uncomfortable. He continued, "The ups of marriage are the good times, the times when everything is going right, and you feel like you're on top of the world. But the downs are the tough times, the times when things aren't going so well, and you feel like you're struggling to stay afloat." He looked at them both seriously. "And that's when the third party comes in. The third party can be anything - a person, a problem, or a situation. And if you're not careful, it can drive a wedge between you and your partner."

At the mention of Kaiden, a flash of guilt flickered across her eyes before rage instantly swallowed it again. "I've told you a thousand times that he's just my employee. Stop being so paranoid and making a scene over nothing." She snapped, "Marriage isn't up for discussion until my company goes public and everything settles down. No amount of throwing fits is going to change that!" After delivering her ultimatum, she tossed the watch she was holding onto the couch, spun on her heel, and stormed out. The door slammed shut with a deafening bang. The vibration shook a framed picture of us right off the entryway wall, and it shattered into pieces the instant it hit the floor.

She quickly added, aware she was already starting to push at my buttons. My hand dropped from my forehead, “what?!” I stared at her, “that would be his fourth marriage.” "He met this woman in Cambodia or something like that?" I came down one step, gripping the banister tighter, “did he not just go to Cambodia three weeks ago?” “Yes, and he met her there." “And now he’s marrying her this Saturday?” Mum nodded like any of this was normal, “yes.” I blinked at her, “that man is addicted to weddings.”

“Mallory, do you really think everyone here is stupid? I’ve used that same excuse nine times. Do you expect me to say it a tenth time too?” Mallory’s expression darkened immediately. She said with displeasure, “As you said, nine times. So, what is one more? You won’t even say something to defend Ruth. Is your love for her even real?” She spoke as if the request were perfectly justified. Over the past two years, ever since Ruth’s adopted brother, Peter Conroy, returned home, we had gotten married and divorced nine times. Every single time, she gambled our marriage against Peter in some bet.

I held the microphone, my voice echoing throughout the place. The people around us murmured among themselves, and Celia's face showed a fleeting moment of embarrassment. "Zane, stop it. It’s our wedding today." "You’re realizing that now? I don't want to marry you anymore. You're free. Go marry whoever you want." After saying that, I looked at Shane. "Shane, congratulations, you’ve won. I don't want this woman anymore. I wish you a happy marriage and many children." Of course, I did it on purpose.

“He’s been married three times, but they’re all dead. And he’s looking for a young woman to warm his bed and take care of his home. He said he’s willing to pay handsomely. You marry him, and our debts are gone.” I gawked at her like she’d lost her damn mind. “Three wives. All dead. And you think that’s a good idea? What if he’s the one killing them?! I’ll be next!” She clutched her chest. “God forbid! Don’t say such nonsense!” “Tell that to the ghost of wife number three!”

"I didn't even say yes to your proposal. Do you think I am dumb to just marry you? If you badly need sex then I can give it to you. Just tell me how many you want. The woman outside seemed to enjoy threesome." "Hey!" he said aloud. "Don't say such things. I don't like threesomes. I only want you with me—alone! Got it?" It was like he's talking to a deaf person. She rolled her eyes. "Before we do it—I want us to get married." "And if we don't get along after marriage?" "Then we won't get along. It's as simple as that." "Do you really think I am stupid, Tony?" She asked him, a little agitated.

"The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?" James tossed a silver key ring across the room. I caught it effortlessly. "Are you even a little bit curious to see her?" James asked, shaking his head. "Your wife? Bro, you're actually getting married. D*mn. You're leaving me all alone in the single world." "It's five years," I replied coldly, sliding my silver Rolex onto my wrist. "She will be my wife just for show." Thirty minutes later, my cynicism faded into a blur of blinding camera flashes and low whispers.

"I want to marry you. I want to marry Mila too. I want to wake up and have this be real and legal and impossible to walk away from." Jayson stood up. For a second I thought he was going to leave. Instead, he came around the coffee table and sat on the other side of Riley. "That's insane," he said. "I know," Riley replied. I cut Jayson off before he continued going on and on non stop. “Alright. But like this is crazy, I mean actually crazy," I continued. "Marriage between three people isn't even legally recognized in most places." "I know that too right," Riley said.