We Are Married Novels & Stories

“Natasha…” A fortified hand intertwined with my fingers, dragging me up to the surface of actuality. I glanced beside me only to see my husband is standing with me, while roaming his eyes around the landing field. I chuckled from the thought because I have been calling him my husband when in fact we aren’t even married. Well, it’s just a piece of paper anyway, and marriage can be expensive. Not that I am not willing to spend millions, if I have, for our marital status. But, it’s not about the paper or label of our relationship.

My life was fulfilled, it was whole, my journey on earth was a mission well accomplished. And yes, there was no marriage without its circumstances and issues and hurdles and we had more coming our way. But as a couple who fought death and more, we would overcome. We had God, we had love, we had a family and the sacred vows taken at the altar. I got married, it was the greatest pain of my life. Yet, it was my greatest happiness, my greatest achievement, my greatest gift. As I stared at my husband, I just knew that even in a different life, I would still love him. Whatever it was, however it was, it would end with a GET ME MARRIED to him.

“I don't understand” “Where will Ryder stand in my life?” Her eyes bored into mine and I looked away, laughing nervously. “I don't understand what you mean—” “You said he was my husband before my accident, meaning we never divorced. Then we are still married right?” Her words struck me like a thunderclap. I froze, as my mind raced for a response. "Olivia..." I began cautiously, choosing my words carefully. "Legally but Ryder and I, we married because of business. It was never meant to replace you or your place in his life."

We are both laying on the sofa. My eyes flutter from her question. "Well... I don't---" I hold up my thought. I can't be with her. She is already someone's wife and of all the people it's the actor that I loved so much. "No, I can't. No... Why did I allow this? This is a mistake." I flinch when she picked up a strand of my hair. "I'm sorry so sorry you have to be in this awkward situation... Since I'm a married woman." She finally broke the silence.

I wish I could avoid this session but that would be cruel of me. “ Are you and Justin really married? Are you both still husband and wife? ” he went straight to the point. “ We were married but it's not like what you think. You've seen him and you know he's insanely rich, so it's not difficult for him to get himself a wife. Our marriage was a contracted one, nothing more than a piece of paper,” I said firmly.

"I pray the Lord keeps you both together forever. May this marriage last for many, many years, in Jesus' name." I froze. Then I slowly glanced at Khalid. He was staring at me and I forced a smile quickly. Inside, however, I was screaming. God forbid. Remain married to this man forever? Absolutely not. Khalid Greyson was my worst nightmare. I couldn't imagine spending my entire life with him. One year. That was all. After one year, our contract would end. And I would finally get my divorce. No matter how warm his grandmother's hug had felt, no matter how gently he'd cleaned my dress, and no matter why my heart had suddenly started acting strangely around him... I wasn't going to forget why I

“What do you mean by the type of marriage we’re entering…does marriage have types?” “Yes,” I breathed out. “Like the contract pointed out, we’re to jointly determine the type of marriage we’ll be entering. So, we’re going for an open marriage. After the wedding, we keep living the way we did before we met…” Her cutleries made a loud noise on the plate when she set them down abruptly. She scoffed, glancing away, lips pressed tightly together as if she was holding back from getting angry.

And we continued to eat in silence. "By the way Lucinda" Dylan's mum said after the long silence and I lifted my head to look at her. I and my husband have had you both enrolled in a marriage class to take some marriage lessons which will enable the both of you to create a good relationship since you both got married unprepared". I almost spat the food in my mouth on hearing that. "What the hell Mum?" Dylan said scoffing. "It's going to help you both build a…" "I don't need it" he blurted out before she could finish.

“I can’t believe we’re picking out baby names right now. We’ve known each other for a week and got married yesterday. This is crazy.” “Maybe, but we both knew we would be getting married, living together and eventually having a child. Most couples go into a relationship figuring one day they will do those things, but we’re not like them. We both knew what this relationship was since the beginning, so it’s not crazy at all.”

We stood there, watching our reception continue without us, both content to just exist in this moment. "I can't believe we're actually married," I said. "I can't believe you said yes. Twice." "You did ask very nicely." "I'm trainable." "Good. Because I have notes." "Of course you do." Later, after the reception ended and guests departed, we drove to a hotel downtown. No honeymoon yet—we'd planned one for next month, after work settled. In our suite, finally alone, Marcus carried me over the threshold despite my protests. "It's tradition!" "It's archaic!"