Unspoken Truth About Marriage Novels & Stories

"Well, whatever it is, just know that we're here for you, man. Family is family, after all." As the conversation flowed around me, I found myself drifting away. I couldn't stop thinking about Noah, about the secrets we were both keeping. What if Adam found out the truth? Would he be furious with me for not telling him sooner? Or would he be devastated to learn that his wife had a past with another man?, "Well , not like they are legally married though", I thought to myself. And what about Noah? Would he stay quiet, or would he use our shared secret against me?

He spoke simply, without flowery words or talk of submission or possession. “Marriage,” he said, looking at us both, “is not about one person belonging to another. It is about two people choosing to walk the same road, respecting each other’s pace, sharing the burdens, and celebrating the joys. It is built on truth, not pretense; on respect, not control; and on the freedom to remain who you are, even as you become something more together.”

He sat on the other. He didn’t have anything in his hands, no phone, no folder, nothing. He just sat forward slightly with his elbows on the sofa edge and looked at me like a man who had thought about what he wanted to say and had decided to just say it. “This marriage is going to require us to function,” he said. “Not perform. Not pretend. Just function. I think that’s manageable if we’re honest with each other about what this is and what it isn’t.” “Okay,” I said. “What is it?”

It was photos of Luca and Elena standing side by side. "Top Business Partners Reunite After Three Years: New Investments Focus on Cutting-Edge Technology." They looked perfectly matched in the photo. Only then did I finally understand why he had set the divorce agreement to take effect after three years. Maybe it had always been a promise between him and her. He had even said that after three years, I could pursue my true love. It almost sounded as if he were the one begging in this relationship. I let out a quiet, bitter laugh and turned off my phone.

“I was at the café….working” “Why do you still do all these?” He asked referring to the cleaning. “Because I am supposed to.” She answered without looking up. “Look, Iliana, we could elope and get married secretly…you won’t have to do all this work anymore. I will…” “Don’t even think about it. I will do no such thing.” “But Iliana, I lo…..” “Don’t you dare complete that statement. It seems like you still haven’t grown up and you don’t know what love is, if you knew, you wouldn’t ask me to run away when your father can easily find us.”

He yelled while it clicked immediately. I had been going about this the wrong way all this while. I mean, the answer was right in front of me. But then, there was one more thing left. “But I don’t trust her. I can’t marry someone I don’t trust,” I said while he laughed mockingly. “You think marriage is about trust?” he scoffed. “C’mon, Mark. Half of Hollywood is married for publicity. Billionaires marry for mergers. Hell, our parents barely tolerate each other, and they’ve been married for close to thirty-five years.”

And a feeling of 'you are not allowed to speak unless spoken' filled me. "You are stuck and can't betray me, no matter how much you want." That's all he said and began to drive again. After a few seconds, he spoke up again, "I want to marry you as soon as possible." ‘But, I don't.’ No matter how much I want to tell the truth I replied with an 'okay'. "I don't want to be known as a gold-digger..." I said to myself but he heard it and said, "You are marrying me for money." His cold words stabbed my heart like an arrow.

“Why didn’t you tell me before? Why did you suffer in silence all this time?” I wiped at my eyes, sniffing. “I didn’t want to bother you. I didn’t want to disappoint you with my marriage. I thought… I thought I had to endure it. I thought with time, everything would get better.” She shook her head firmly. “No, Skylar. That’s not how it should be.” She tilted my chin gently so I could look into her eyes. “Marriage is not always glittering and rosy. It is not always what we imagine it will be. There are storms, there are shadows, and there are nights when it feels like love has run dry. But it is in those moments that honesty matters most. You should never feel alone in it. You should never hi

I leaned against it and before I could stop myself I burst into tears. The truth lingered, unspoken yet palpable – our marriage was a façade, a tangle of unresolved emotions and unspoken desires. All I could do was to cling to the hope that amidst the chaos and confusion, love would find its way. In that fleeting moment, I longed for understanding, for a connection that transcended the constraints of duty and obligation. But as I carefully tucked away the nightwear, as a silent agreement between us – some things were better left unsaid, buried beneath layers of pretense and propriety.

“Why’d you introduce me as your boyfriend back there? We’re legally married, remember? Or are you embarrassed to call yourself my wife?” That’s when it hit her—he was upset because of that. She hadn’t thought it was such a big deal. After all, they’d agreed to keep the marriage quiet for now. It made sense for him, being single was a good look for his career. And for her, well, she wasn’t sure this marriage would last forever, so why complicate things? But she couldn’t exactly say that out loud. “I’m just a college sophomore,” she explained, choosing her words carefully. “It’s easier for me if people don’t know.