Unspoken Truth About Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

Stephan said making me feel more guilt. “you think I should talk to him?” I asked them, both of them shook their heads, “not a good idea, he’ll get over it” Stephan said, I nodded. even if I talked to him, what should I tell him? That my marriage was unexpected? That all of that was fake? I’m not married even though I ‘am?

"Without friends and a wedding party, it wouldn't feel quite real, would it?" No, it wouldn't, Thomas begrudgingly admitted to himself. And therein lay the crux of the matter. This marriage, devoid of genuine affection and commitment, was nothing more than a pragmatic arrangement, a means to an end. Yet, as he gazed into Leah's pleading eyes, a pang of guilt gnawed at his conscience. Despite his reservations, he couldn't ignore the longing in her voice, the desire for a semblance of normalcy and authenticity in what was otherwise a charade.

Would their marriage be happy if neither of them desires it? To be continued...

“That’s a lie.” He smiled faintly. “You didn’t read it, did you?” “Wow. Your family does know how to keep things hidden.” He smirked. My chest tightened painfully. “You’re making things up. I don’t want this marriage anymore,” I said, my voice trembling. “But you have to,” he replied without hesitation. Then he grinned. “I mean… we love each other.” My entire body shivered in disgust. “You disgust me,” I whispered as tears began to gather in my eyes.

Not just the truth about business partnerships. Not just the truth about family rivalries. The truth about the chain of events that eventually led two strangers into a marriage neither of them understood. A marriage built upon misunderstandings. A marriage that survived heartbreak. A marriage that somehow transformed into love. And now, at last, the truth behind its beginning was preparing to step out of the shadows.

“Fair enough. But try to relax. It’s just a dance.” His hand drifted a little lower on my back. “You know, I’ve seen a lot of young girls married to older men. They almost never love them. It’s always money, power, security. Never real affection or desire.” My eyes snapped to his. "My marriage with Dante is different." "Is it?" "Not that I expect you to understand." "Try me." "It's private. Between my husband and me. Not for public discussion."

Why won’t they let me go? I try to reason with myself, try to remember reality, but reality is a blur. All I know is that for more than 24 hours, I’ve heard my fiancé call me a bitch, say I was a burden, tell Sophia, of all people, that she was the one he wanted. That I was a lie. That Nono didn’t wait for me to get better. That he married Alexandra and moved on with his life. Like I never mattered at all. Like I was nothing.

However, it doesn't change the fact that even though he already had the chance to tell me, he let other people take his place just because he wanted to face all the problems all by himself. I even remember all the worries and the pain I felt at that time whenever I thought of him, since I thought that it was already impossible for the both of us to know that I was married and even had kids. On the other hand, according to his records, he is married as well and I want to smack my head right now for forgetting about that fact but what can I do? I fell for the bastard without even thinking of that fact.

, Richard started and smiled at Barbara again. “Marriage is not what you always see on the social media. Marriage is a different world that can’t be explained until you finally get into it. There are different trials, temptations, distractions, wants and needs”. Richard took a pause and stared at the audience, who stared at him with rapt attention.

I smiled sadly as I played with my rings. “Congratulations.” “It was an intimate wedding. I always dreamed of it. He gave me exactly what I wanted. It was perfect. He’s a good person.” I looked down at my finger. “It was just for a wrong reason. I feel like I keep him on a short leash. And that’s not what marriage is all about. Marriage is about partnership, trust, love, understanding, and respect.” “Can you tell me more?” “We’re tied to someone that only wants to break us apart. I can’t do that to him.”