We Are Married Novels & Stories

I did my best to hold back the sorrow rising in my chest. It wasn't the first time anyway. I'd gotten used to it by now. Noticing my foul mood, Emma threw the cake into the trash. "If you can't eat it, I won't eat it either. By the way, Nathan…" She suddenly grabbed my arm. "I have some free time today. Why don't we go register our marriage?" I froze in place. In five years of marriage, this was the first time Emma had ever asked me to register our marriage.

"Wait." "What?" "We don’t even eat breakfast together every day, do we?" "Yeah." "And dinner?" "Sometimes. When our schedules align." "Sometimes?" I echoed, disbelieving. "But we’re married!" "Yes." I stared at him, my heart heavy with a strange sensation. "Are we really married, Lee?" His expression remained unreadable, his voice dropping into a flat, dry tone. "Unfortunately." My mouth fell open. I stared at him in utter shock. "Unfortunately?!"

“I want us to go to parties, on dates… just us.” The words shock me, leaving me momentarily speechless. Slowly, I nod. Our marriage is just beginning

Finally at peace. This was it. This was honeymoon. This was beginning. This was everything we fought for. Two weeks. Just us. No drama. No stress. No obligations. Just being. Just loving. Just existing together. Could not wait. Could not imagine anything better. Could not be happier. We were married. We were in Maldives. We were together. And that was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Everything.

Hell, we do more dirty things together. “So, does our marriage actually count as a marriage?” It didn't quite make sense but it made a lot of sense to me. “What do you mean? We are legally married, Eliana. Of course it counts.” I kept silent, picking a tiny piece of egg left on my plate and munched on it. “Then why haven't we consummated our marriage?” He choked on his water and I fought back my laughter. “What are we? Back in the 1700’s? We're married, love. Besides, now is not the right time—”

Not far, just to the edge of the grove where we could have a moment alone. "I can't believe we're actually married," I said, leaning against him. "Mated," Darius corrected. "But yes. Finally. No more ceremonies. No more politics. Just us." "Just us," I repeated, and it sounded perfect.

But we both are married" I Interrupted. " Forced marriage. A marriage that non of us wanted, an Arranged Marriage" I exclaimed calmly. " I understand you but still we have to accept what date has for us " I laughed. " What fate?" " Just understand we are married and not in a boyfriend , girlfriend relationship" he said with much boldness. " But we haven't tied the knot so we aren't married" I lay on the bed . " We are, Mia and it mean time you accept this " he said with a little screech.

Eternal rest for Denise. A few days later, we were in the court and secretly sealed our love. We are legally married and nothing would change that.

"Everyone knows that you love Sabrina. How could you possibly marry someone else? Sabrina loves you too. That's why I'm willing to give the two of you my blessing…" Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke. "That's impossible," Sabrina mumbled. "There's simply no way that you're married. You wore my favorite red shirt today. You even used my favorite cologne. You knew that I was going to propose to you today, didn't you?" I didn't understand why, but I was suddenly struck with the realization that it was pointless to talk to them. "I'm married," I repeated. "Our relationship ended three years ago, Sabrina. I'm a married man now, so stop bothering me. My reputation will be affected if someone

She spoke softly, “Isn’t it happening soon? Once we get our marriage registered, we’ll officially be husband and wife. “By the way, I still have yet to take a proper look at our new home. Last time we went, I only took a quick look around.”