Unspoken Truth About Marriage Novels & Stories

Neither of them realized that someone else had overheard their conversation. Something that should never have been known by anyone else had now been discovered. And neither of them had any idea. "So their marriage is only a contractual marriage..."

Gabriella asked gently. Ben scowled and thought hard. Obviously, she was talking about Tina and Trish. Gabriella pressed on. "You did mention in your expectations that fidelity is the most important one. May I suggest that it may have a lot to do with the type of relationship you were in? Traditional marriage is a contract with terms specifically defining the promise of fidelity. There are open marriages that don't have that clause and allow the spouses to seek emotional and physical enjoyment with other partners." "That's unrealistic!" he growled.

His voice was low, almost dangerous in its restraint. I stared at his broad shoulders, at the way his muscles flexed beneath the fabric. The answer should have been simple. Yes. Of course, I regretted it. Who wouldn’t regret being forced into yet another marriage especially one built on deception? But when I opened my mouth, the words wouldn’t come. Because somewhere deep inside me, beneath the anger and betrayal, there was something else. Something I didn’t want to name. Something that terrified me even more than Claudia ever could.

His deep, mysterious eyes flickered with an emotion I couldn't quite place. He stood there, speechless for what felt like forever. I stared at his face, so close to mine, and found myself lost in thought. He was undeniably handsome—he had strong features but not harsh, with an aura of quiet intensity. Yet, even facing such a breathtaking man, I felt nothing. "Noah, our marriage was always about business. There's no need to overthink it. "I've known about you and Lillian for a while now. You know what you should and shouldn't do. Grandpa cares a lot about the Brookes' reputation."

I sigh and reply, "Well, you see, Jethro... I've met this amazing girl. She's sweet and really nice, and all I want to do is spend all my time with her." Jethro chuckles and says, "Oh, hell, did our number one bachelor finally fall in love?" Confused, I ask, "What fall?" "The one that most guys our age have already taken at least once. The one where you can't get your mind off this one girl. You think about her all night and spend all your time with her until she gives in to your passes at her. Then you realize she's not the one after all." "Not this girl. I'm going to marry her one day real soon."

“You don’t know what I’ve been dealing with during those times.” I folded my arms in front of my chest. “Then make me understand it. Tell me the reason why you suddenly stop talking to me. What did I do wrong, pumpkin? I thought we were fine even if the marriage did not start with love.” “Who said I loved you? I never said that,” she spat. “How could I love someone like you?” It felt like a knife was plunged into my chest. We never said we loved each other. Or anything related to that. Our marriage… was full of unspoken words which we filled with actions. But in nearly two years of our marriage, the first time she gave herself to me, I impregnated her.

She subtly tugged at the corner of his jacket, giving him a look that pleaded for him to stop. At this point, the host stepped in to smooth things over. “What Mr. Spencer means is that marriage is a long and complex journey, and it requires patience and understanding. But I’m sure with the bride and groom working together, they can overcome any obstacles, just as Mrs. Spencer said!” “No.” Theodore flatly dismissed the host’s attempt at clarification. “So-called patience and understanding are often just our own assumptions. What the other person truly needs may not be these things at all.”

It was his wedding, yet he appeared to be attending a funeral. Maybe, it was the funeral of my dream to find true love in marriage. I was marrying a stranger who knew my shameful truth. The truth is that I only married him for money. The rules of our marriage were simple and I was well trained before I joined the institution. I was aware of what's and how's of the expectations. I knew my duties as a Rutherford wife. Truth was it all felt like a business obligation than an emotional bond. Two people bound together in a wicked game of power and beauty. A gamble of hearts and souls. It would either bloom into something beautiful or wouldn't.

"Oh, really?" "My husband already explained everything to me!" she snapped. "He told me he'll marry me. And does it really matter whether we're legally married right now? The fact remains that he loves me. He'll do anything I ask of him. Unlike you, who was foolish enough to enter a marriage with a man you'd never even met before. How embarrassing." Hearing that, I scoffed. "A marriage with someone I didn't know?" "Yes, of course," she replied. "You married an incognito husband."

Something small. “But this is marriage,” I said slowly, trying to make him understand. “It’s not something you just exchange like this.” “That depends on how you see it,” he replied without hesitation. I looked down at my hands resting in my lap. This felt wrong. Everything about it felt wrong. Marriage was supposed to mean something. It was supposed to be love, trust, and choice. Not a deal. Not something traded for money. I was still trying to find the right words when my phone suddenly rang.