Were Not Really Strangers Couples Edition Novels & Stories

CAMELLIA I never imagined my marriage would fall apart like this. I never thought my entire life would come crashing down. Everything I had spent years building has been destroyed, and it all started because of that bitch, Eudora. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that none of this was a coincidence. Desmond had never questioned anything before. He had never looked at me with suspicion or doubted the stories he had been told. Everything changed after his trip to China and New Zealand…after he met Eudora.

The few conversations we’d had were polite but distant, like acquaintances rather than husband and wife. “Why suddenly?” I asked, though I tried to keep the suspicion out of my voice. Isabelle smiled, but there was something almost sad about it. “Our anniversary is in a few days. And I realized that we haven’t really spent time together since our one-year marriage. We’ve been living like strangers sharing a house.” The truth in her words stung a little. We had been strangers, by choice and by circumstance. It had seemed easier that way, safer for both of us. But looking at her now, seeing the genuine desire for connection in her eyes, I felt a pang of guilt.

Her brows furrowed, but she quickly turned around and walked off the stage. The audience started whispering under their breath. They were once husband and wife. Yet, they didn't seem like they were once a couple before. In fact, they looked more like strangers, or even more distant than that. Strangers would at least smile at each other and treat each other cordially. Things felt hostile between them, as though they hated the sight of each other. No one would have thought that they were once husband and wife who lived under one roof and even had a son and a daughter between them.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

“Fuck… someone, anyone…” Then I remembered: I had the internet. Desperate, shaking hands fumbled for the laptop across from the bed. My fingers hovered over the trackpad, and when the screen lit up, my blood ran cold. A video was trending with millions of views and comments pouring in like acid. I was kissing a stranger. My lips pressed to his, my memory came back in shards. The whiskey haze, the night, the words spilling out of my mouth: “Kiss me… at my husband’s wedding.”

"Sorry, but the groom for the wedding has changed. I'll have to trouble you to re-edit the video." Then I sent over more than 10 gigabytes of videos and photo materials. To my surprise, the editor replied quickly. "These two are the real couple, right? The previous pair looked like they had a grudge against each other. There's so much distance between them in every photo—no chemistry whatsoever. It was a nightmare to edit!" Even a stranger could tell who Isabelle was truly close to. Did she really not realize it herself?

" I don't even understand this drama you're pulling right now. It's been years. You should have gotten over this... guilt? I don't care what it is. You should be living your life. Like I'm trying to right now." David's mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. So Clive continued. "You and me were strangers then. And I believe that even now we still remain strangers. Now what do strangers do when they bump into each other? They don't do anything. They go their separate ways as always. So what's stopping us from doing that right now? Huh?" He started to walk away thinking this was finally the end of everything. But it wasn't so because David had now regained his speech.

I heard him chuckle and I took that as a cue. The random stranger I wanted to talk to. It could be him. Without hesitating, I started, the dam holding back all the lonely, frustrated words finally giving way. “It’s our anniversary,” I said to the stranger, my voice loud, making sure he could hear me above the loud music. "Its meant to be a couples vacation...to celebrate us, but guess what the dick head did", I said. "He left me for a "guys meeting" with a co-worker", I said, my fingers curling up to emphasize on the guys meeting in quote.

Beauty was in every corner. And silence between us. She sat next to me. Makeup flawless. Dress untouched. Her soul a million miles away. She didn’t speak. Neither did I. None of her family showed up. Not even Edward. Not that it mattered. I didn’t invite them. The cameras still captured smiles. People still toasted. Guests laughed, unaware of what brought the bride and groom together. It was nothing but a gambling deal. As far as I'm concerned, there were more strangers in the room than real acquaintances. For me, strangers are defined as people who can sell their loyalty, and betray their own, at any point in time.

I was so close to my revenge closer than have ever been in all these years if I had not met him I would still be plotting but it would be something maybe five or seven years ahead the time had slimmed to the nearest future what could possibly be a hiccup now and– “I thought about it and realize that we have not spent any time together, if we were to pretend to be a couple we would be found out immediately,” I pondered on his words for a stretch of silence, he was right. That was hard to argue. We were still strangers in every sense of the word at least we looked more like live strangers rather than a couple so madly in love that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together as mates.