Unspoken Truth About Marriage Novels & Stories

But as I look out at the decorations, the balloons, the cake, I can't help but smile— he did this for Sophie, for our daughter, and it makes me love him, even if it's just for show. "Mrs. Hawthorne!" A journalist calls out as I step into the garden to check on the setup. "Can you tell us what it feels like to have a husband who loves you this much? What's your secret to keeping Sebastian Hawthorne so devoted?" I smile and look at the camera, my voice calm and clear: "The foundation of a marriage is sincerity— nothing works without it." My eyes sweep across the camera lenses, a faint hint of mockery in my gaze. But my heart is breaking, because I know the truth, because I love him and he does

“Because I saw the way she looks at you, the way you look at her, and I was scared, scared that everything we’ve built means nothing to you. Scared that you’ll let her and Leon destroy your family’s company just because you can’t let go of the past.” Before he can respond, my phone buzzes, it was Sam with a news link. I click it and my blood runs cold. The front page story says “Ivanov Industries CEO Seen with Mystery Woman Marriage in Jeopardy.” The cropped, edited photos are there, with captions claiming our marriage is over and I’m holding the company hostage with false claims. “Oh my God,” I whisper, dropping my phone on the desk.

The atmosphere shifted as guests exchanged glances and curiosity stirred. My pulse spiked. “Because not every marriage is built on love,” Trisha continued, her words deliberate now. “Some are built on… lies.” A murmur spread through the crowd. I stepped forward. “Trisha,” I said, louder this time, forcing a smile as a few heads turned, “if you have something to say, at least have the courage to say it clearly.” But she didn’t even spare me a glance. “And sometimes,” she went on thoughtfully, “people are so afraid of what comes after a marriage ends… that they rush headlong into another.”

"Celia, have you gone mad from love? Shane found the investment for you, not me. What right do you have to question me?" "Shane said he'd already made arrangements with Melissa. It was your meeting with Melissa that caused the Gordon family to suddenly withdraw their investment. Zane, I know you still have feelings for me, but I'm married to Shane now. You don't want to be a homewrecker, right?" I was so furious I laughed, and then I slapped her across the face.

"You're asking me to give you permission to keep cheating?" "I'm asking us both to be honest about what this marriage really is. A business arrangement. A social contract. Not a love story." "We took vows, Julian. In front of God and everyone we know." "And those vows were a mistake." His voice was harsh now. "We were too young. We didn't know what we wanted. But we're stuck with each other because of the prenup and our families and a million other reasons. So why keep pretending? Why not at least be honest?"

"You've been secretly watching me all these years, right?" Her words caught me off guard! How did she know? Over the years, Eleanor has become increasingly beautiful. As we lived under the same roof, I could not help having those thoughts I should not have for her. However, her cold attitude convinced me to suppress those thoughts. I moved out after getting a job partly because of these complicated feelings. "I…" I started to explain but suddenly felt a chill down below. To my shock, Eleanor moved closer, her face flushed.

“How romantic,“ I murmured. Adrian followed my gaze. “Marriage tends to bring out the best in people.“ I almost laughed. Mine had killed me. “I think that depends entirely on who you marry and whether you actually know who they are.“ Because sometimes, people only show you the version of themselves they want you to believe. “You say that like you've experienced it before,“ Adrian said. My heartbeat skipped a beat. Just now I had been careless enough to wear my emotions on my sleeve. Forcing a smile, I looked away. “My parents didn't exactly have a perfect marriage.“ A lie wrapped in truth, but Adrian didn't probe further. “Come on, it's our turn.“ At the counter, the receptionist adjusted he

she explained, "As far as I understand our relationship, there is nothing real despite we got married legally, two of us understand that It was compromised, I don't see any reality In our relationship, so I don't believe that the so call marriage spirit or bond can affect us, and I want you to get that superstitious believe off your skull" Thom explained, "Alright, all that I know Is that perform your duty as a husband" Anabel. said, "That won't happen, I told you I have my life and my heart elsewhere, and If you want to feel like a woman, you have all your time, go and meet your boyfriend, we discussed these issues before we got married, no sex, and I maintained my words," he said,

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to figure it all out after the baby arrives.” If a baby arrives. The unspoken truth lingers between us. This marriage is a transaction, a means to an end. We both know it. Yet here we are, discussing futures neither of us signed up for. And yet, guilt stabs at me like a blade. Because it does matter. And she just signed away her right to decide. Before I can say anything, a booming voice cuts through the conversation, scattering the moment like shattered glass. “Which I hear is to be within the year.”